University of Virginia Library

SCENE 6.

Enter Crato.
Cra.
Isachius his speech exceeded,
Himself and expectation.

Cle.
Reserved men are thrifty of their words,
To spend more freely when occasion serves.

Cra.
His language was not loose, but close and quick,
Not gawdyn sound but full and rich in sense.
He did not wo attention but command it.

Cle.
The imperfection of his Tongue be seem'd him.

Cra.
He spake more Prince-like, not like those who made,
Their Tongue their Ware, their Eloquence their Trade,

Cle.
I'm sorry the people pillag'd the Pallace.

Cra.
Andronicus his ill got goods left there,
Both rais'd and ruin'd were by potent Theft.

Cle.
Their action was illegal—
Mens injuries help to make Heaven more just.

Cra.
I grieve more that the Chappel was deface't.
Twas stately.

Cle.
I love no such triumphant Churches,
They scatter my devotion, whilst my sight.
Is courted to observe their sumptuous cost,
I find that my heart is lost in my eyes;
Whilst that a holy horror seems to dwell
Within a dark obscure and humble Cell.

Cra.
But I love Churches mount up to the skies,
For my devotion rises with their roof.

Cle.
Therein my soul doth Heaven anticipate
A stately library fraught which rarities,
(So many that they were not rare) was spoil'd
The stairs whereby our antiquaries clime
Up to the knowledge of the former Ages,
With some records which 'fore the flood were found,

Cra.
In a tumultuous deluge now they'r drown'd,

Cle.
Would that Isachius had represt their fury,

Cra.
'Twas past his power, no Tyrant to a Tumlt.

Cle.
It is my constant prayer, people their might.
May never know or ever use it right.