I think no more of deadly lurks therein, To scare the fowl from fruit; if more there be, A stormless summer. (Enter MELISSA unobserved.) Of that: farewell, sir to you all, farewell. she that is PRINCE. Are you that Lady Psyche, FLORIAN. Are you that sister Psyche, she with whom CYRIL. You are that lovely Psyche, she for whom I would be that forever which I seem, Woman, if I might sit beside your feet, And glean your scattered sapience. PRINCE. Are you That Psyche, who, upon her bridal morn, And help them? look! for such are these and I. And sobbed, and you sobbed with it, and the blood That was fawn's blood, not brother's, yet you wept. You were that Psyche, but what are you now? LADY PSYCHE. Out upon it! and why should I not play The Spartan mother with emotion, be The Lucius Junius Brutus of my kind? Him you call great: and I, shall I, on whom The secular emancipation turns Of half this world, be swerved from right to save A prince, a brother? a little will I yield. Best so, perchance, for us, and well for you. To-day, to-morrow, soon: it shall be said, These women were too barbarous, would not learn ; PRINCE. What can we else? We promise, each and all. LADY PSYCHE (to FLORIAN). I knew you at the first; though you have grown, You scarce have altered: I am sad and glad To see you, Florian. I give thee to death, MELISSA (coming forward toward LADY PSYCHE). I brought a message here from Lady Blanche. LADY PSYCHE. Ah-Melissa-you! You heard us? MELISSA. O pardon me ! I heard, I could not help it, did not wish : But, dearest lady, pray you fear me not, To give three gallant gentlemen to death. LADY PSYCHE. I trust you, dear Melissa, for we two Let not your prudence, dearest, drowse, or prove This whole foundation ruin, and I lose My honor, and these gentlemen their lives. MELISSA. Ah, fear me not! trust me, I would not tell, No, not for all Aspasia's cleverness, No, not to answer, madam, all those hard things That Sheba came to ask of Solomon. LADY PSYCHE. Be it so that we may lead the new light up, And Solomon may come to Sheba yet. CYRIL. But, madam, he the wisest man of men Feasted the woman wisest then, in halls Less welcome find among us, if you came Among us, debtors for our lives to you, Myself a debtor, too, for something more. LADY PSYCHE. Thanks, go; already we have been too long Together: keep your hoods about your face; They do so that affect abstraction here. Speak little; all, I trust, may yet be well. [Exeunt LADY PSYCHE and MELISSA. PRINCE (surveying the room). Why, sirs, they do all this as well as we. CYRIL. They hunt old trails, it may be, very well; But when did woman ever yet invent? FLORIAN. Ungracious! can it be that you have learnt No more from Psyche's lecture, you that talked A thousand hearts lie fallow in these halls, PRINCE. It seems With you, sir, entered in the bigger boy, CYRIL. The doctors! O to hear the doctors! And then To watch the thirsty plants imbibing dews O FLORIAN. Yet you were as meek as any. Once or twice I thought to roar and shake my mane; but thou, Will wonder why they came: but hark, the bell (bell rings) For vespers: let us go. [Exeunt. |