The Maids Tragedy - Beaumont Francis

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      The Maids Tragedy

      THE

      MAIDS TRAGEDY

Francis Beaumont and John FletcherPersons Represented in the Play

      King.

      Lysippus, brother to the King.

      Amintor, a Noble Gentleman.

      Evadne, Wife to Amintor.

      Malantius}

      Diphilius} Brothers to Evadne.

      Aspatia, troth-plight wife to Amnitor.

      Calianax, an old humorous Lord, and

      Father to Aspatia.

      Cleon}

      Strato} Gentlemen.

      Diagoras, a Servant.

      Antiphila}

      Olympias} waiting Gentlewomen to Aspatia.

      Dula, a Lady.

      Night}

      Cynthia}

      Neptune}

      Eolus} Maskers.

* * * * *

      Actus primus. Scena prima

      Enter Cleon, Strato, Lysippus, Diphilus.

      Cleon. The rest are making ready Sir.

      Strat. So let them, there's time enough.

      Diph. You are the brother to the King, my Lord, we'll take your word.

      Lys. Strato, thou hast some skill in Poetry, What thinkst thou of a Mask? will it be well?

      Strat. As well as Mask can be.

      Lys. As Mask can be?

      Strat. Yes, they must commend their King, and speak in praise of the Assembly, bless the Bride and Bridegroom, in person of some God; th'are tyed to rules of flattery.

      Cle. See, good my Lord, who is return'd!

      Lys. Noble Melantius!

      [Enter Melantius.

      The Land by me welcomes thy vertues home to Rhodes, thou that with blood abroad buyest us our peace; the breath of King is like the breath of Gods; My brother wisht thee here, and thou art here; he will be too kind, and weary thee with often welcomes; but the time doth give thee a welcome above this or all the worlds.

      Mel. My Lord, my thanks; but these scratcht limbs of mine have spoke my love and truth unto my friends, more than my tongue ere could: my mind's the same it ever was to you; where I find worth, I love the keeper, till he let it go, And then I follow it.

      Diph. Hail worthy brother!

                       He that rejoyces not at your return

                       In safety, is mine enemy for ever.

      Mel. I thank thee Diphilus: but thou art faulty;

                        I sent for thee to exercise thine armes

                       With me at Patria: thou cam'st not Diphilus: 'Twas

                        ill.

      Diph. My noble brother, my excuse

                       Is my King's strict command, which you my Lord

                       Can witness with me.

      Lys. 'Tis true Melantius,

                       He might not come till the solemnity

                       Of this great match were past.

      Diph. Have you heard of it?

      Mel. Yes, I have given cause to those that

                       Envy my deeds abroad, to call me gamesome;

                        I have no other business here at Rhodes.

      Lys. We have a Mask to night,

                        And you must tread a Soldiers measure.

      Mel. These soft and silken wars are not for me;

                        The Musick must be shrill, and all confus'd,

                        That stirs my blood, and then I dance with armes:

                        But is Amintor Wed?

      Diph. This day.

      Mel. All joyes upon him, for he is my friend:

                        Wonder not that I call a man so young my friend,

                        His worth is great; valiant he is, and temperate,

                        And one that never thinks his life his own,

                        If his friend need it: when he was a boy,

                        As oft as I return'd (as without boast)

                        I brought home conquest, he would gaze upon me,

                        And view me round, to find in what one limb

                        The vertue lay to do those things he heard:

                        Then would he wish to see my Sword, and feel

                        The quickness of the edge, and in his hand

                        Weigh it; he oft would make me smile at this;

                        His youth did promise much, and his ripe years

                        Will see it all perform'd.

      [Enter Aspatia, passing by.

      Melan. Hail Maid and Wife!

                       Thou fair Aspatia, may the holy knot

                       That thou hast tyed to day, last till the hand

                       Of age undo't; may'st thou bring a race

                       Unto Amintor that may fill the world

                       Successively with Souldiers.

      Asp. My hard fortunes

                       Deserve not scorn; for I was never proud

                       When they were good.

      [Exit Aspatia.

      Mel. How's this?

      Lys. You are mistaken, for she is not married.

      Mel. You said Amintor was.

      Diph. 'Tis true; but

      Mel. Pardon me, I did receive

                        Letters at Patria, from my Amintor,

                        That he should marry her.

      Diph. And so it stood,

                        In

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