Is like a sacred book that's never read; To himself he lives and to all else seems dead. Than of a threadbare saint in Wisdom's school. I will be Strong: then I refuse Long Life; And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds, The greatest Strength expires with loss of breath, Of months and years, much misery might enroll: Strength a weak reed; Health Sickness' enemy, Therefore dread sacred Empress, make me rich; 20 30 FORTUNE gives to FORTUNATUS a purse that is inexhaustible. With this he puts on costly attire, and visits all the Asian Courts, where he is caressed and made much of for his infinite wealth. At Babylon he is shown by the Soldan a wondrous hat, which in a wish transports the wearer whithersoever he pleases, over land and sea. FORTUNATUS puts it on, wishes himself at home in Cyprus ; where he arrives in a minute, as his sons AMPEDO and ANDELOCIA are talking of him: and tells his Travels. FORTUNATUS. AMPEDO. ANDELOCIA. Fort. Touch me not, boys, I am nothing but air; Let none speak to me till you have marked me well.Am I as you are, or am I transformed? And. Methinks, father, you look as you did, only your face is more withered. Fort. Boys, be proud; your father hath the whole world in this compass; I am all felicity up to the brims. In a minute am I come from Babylon; I have been this half hour in Famagosta. And. How ! in a minute, father? I see travellers must lie. 8 Fort. I have cut through the air like a falcon. I would have it seem strange to you. But 'tis true. I would not have you believe it neither. But 'tis miraculous and true. Desire to see you brought me to Cyprus. I'll leave you more gold, and go visit more countries. Amp. The frosty hand of age now nips your blood, That dribble out your life, must needs be spent Could you survey ten worlds, yet you must die ; 20 And. Faith, father, what pleasure have you met by walking your stations? Fort. What pleasure, boy? I have revelled with Kings, danced with Queens, dallied with Ladies; worn strange attires; seen Fantasticoes; conversed with Humorists; been ravished with divine raptures of Doric, Lydian, and Phrygian harmonies; I have spent the day in triumphs, and the night in banquetting. 31 And. O rare: this was heavenly. He that would not be an Arabian Phoenix to burn in these sweet fires, let him live like an owl for the world to wonder at. Amp. Why, brother, are not all these Vanities? Fort. Vanities! Ampedo, thy soul is made of lead, too dull, too ponderous, to mount up to the incomprehensible glory that travel lifts men to. And. Sweeten mine ears, good father, with some more. 40 Fort. When in the warmth of mine own country's arms We yawn'd like sluggards, when this small horizon Worshipp'd these clouds as brightest: but, my boys, I scorn'd to crowd among the muddy throng Of the rank multitude, whose thicken'd breath (Like to condensed fogs) do choke that beauty, Which else would dwell in every kingdom's cheek.10 No; I still boldly stept into their courts: For there to live 'tis rare, O 'tis divine; There shall you see faces angelical; There shall you see troops of chaste goddesses, Whose star-like eyes have power (might they still shine) To make night day, and day more crystalline. Had with a look created a new world, The standers by being the fair workmanship. And. Oh how my soul is rapt to a third heaven! I'll travel sure, and live with none but kings. 20 Amp. But tell me, father, have you in all Courts Beheld such glory, so majestical, In all perfection, no way blemished? Fort. In some Courts shall you see Ambition Sit, piecing Dædalus's old waxen wings; But being clapt on, and they about to fly, Even when their hopes are busied in the clouds, By travel, boys, I have seen all these things. 30 ORLEANS to his friend GALLOWAY defends the passion with which (being a prisoner in the English king's court) he is enamoured to frenzy of the king's daughter AGRIPYNA. ORLEANS. GALLOWAY. Orl. This music makes me but more out of tune. O Agripyna. Gall. Gentle friend, no more. Thou say'st Love is a madness: hate it then, Orl. O I love that madness, Even for the name's sake. Gall. Let me tame this frenzy, By telling thee thou art a prisoner here, Orl. If he do, why so do I. Gall. Love is ambitious and loves Majesty. 10 Orl. Dear friend, thou art deceiv'd: Love's voice doth sing As sweetly in a beggar as a king. Gall. Dear friend, thou art deceiv'd: O bid thy soul Lift up her intellectual eyes to heaven, And in this ample book of wonders read, Of what celestial mould, what sacred essence, Herself is form'd: the search whereof will drive 20 Gall. O call this madness in': see, from the window Of every eye Derision thrusts out cheeks Wrinkled with idiot laughter; every finger Is like a dart shot from the hand of Scorn, By which thy name is hurt, thy honour torn. 30 Orl. Ha, ha, I laugh at them are they not mad, That in his anger he might smite life down They laugh to see grief kill me: O fond men, I laugh because sweet Agripyne's not there, My love was ever and is still forgot; forgot, forgot, forgot. Gall. Draw back this stream: why should my Orleans mourn? 10 Orl. Look yonder, Galloway, dost thou see that sun? Nay, good friend, stare upon it, mark it well: Ere he be two hours elder, all that glory Is banish'd heaven, and then, for grief, this sky (That's now so jocund) will mourn all in black. And shall not Orleans mourn? alack, alack : O what a savage tyranny it were To enforce Care laugh, and Woe not shed a tear! That is my sunset; and shall I not mourn! Gall. Dear friend, forbear; Beauty (like Sorrow) dwelleth everywhere. Rase out this strong idea of her face: As fair as hers shineth in any place. 20 Orl. Thou art a Traitor to that White and Red, Which sitting on her cheeks (being Cupid's throne) Is my heart's Sovereign: O when she is dead, This wonder (beauty) shall be found in none. Now Agripyne 's not mine, I vow to be In love with nothing but deformity. O fair Deformity, I muse all eyes Are not enamour'd of thee: thou didst never For cares, and age, and sickness hers deface, 30 Thy fairness is not like to Agripyne's, 40 But thy face looks most lovely in the grave. |