The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 08Dryden, John
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The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 08
Dryden, John
English drama -- 17th century
_Merc._ [_Still holding him._] And your lordship will farther be
graciously pleased, to release all claims, titles, and actions
whatsoever, to Phædra: you must give me leave to add one small
_memento_ for that too. [_Pulling him again._
_Grip._ I renounce her; I release her.
_Enter_ PHÆDRA.
_Merc._ [_To her._] Phædra, my lord has been pleased to be very
gracious, without pushing matters to extremity.
_Phæd._ I overheard it all; but give me livery and seisin of the
goblet, in the first place.
_Merc._ There is an act of oblivion should be passed too.
_Phæd._ Let him begin to remember quarrels, when he dares; now I have
him under my girdle, I'll cap verses with him to the end of the chapter.
_Enter_ AMPHITRYON, _and Guards_.
_Amph._ [_To_ GRIPUS.] At the last I have got possession without your
lordship's warrant.--Phædra, tell Alcmena I am here.
_Phæd._ I'll carry no such lying message: you are not here, and you
cannot be here; for, to my knowledge, you are above with my lady, in
the chamber.
_Amph._ All of a piece, and all witchcraft!--Answer me precisely: dost
thou not know me for Amphitryon?
_Phæd._ Answer me first: did you give me a diamond and a purse of gold?
_Amph._ Thou knowest I did not.
_Phæd._ Then, by the same token, I know you are not the true
Amphitryon: if you are he, I am sure I left you in bed with your own
wife. Now you had best stretch out a leg, and feel about for a fair
lady.
_Amph._ I'll undo this enchantment with my sword, and kill the
sorcerer.--Come up, gentlemen, and follow me. [_To the Guards._
_Phæd._ I'll save you the labour, and call him down to confront you, if
you dare attend him. [_Exit_ PHÆDRA.
_Merc._ [_Aside._] Now the spell is ended, and Jupiter can enchant
no more; or else Amphitryon had not entered so easily. [GRIPUS _is
stealing off_.]--Whither now, Gripus? I have business for you: if you
offer to stir, you know what follows.
_Enter_ JUPITER, _followed by_ TRANIO _and_ POLIDAS.
_Jup._ Who dares to play the master in my house?
What noise is this that calls me from above,
Invades my soft recess and privacy,
And, like a tide, breaks in upon my love?
_Amph._ O heavens, what's this I see?
_Tran._ What prodigy!
_Pol._ How! two Amphitryons!
_Grip._ I have beheld the appearance of two suns,
But still the false was dimmer than the true;
Here, both shine out alike.
_Amph._ This is a sight, that, like the gorgon's head,
Runs through my limbs, and stiffens me to stone.
I need no more inquire into my fate;
For what I see resolves my doubts too plain.
_Tran._ Two drops of water cannot be more like.
_Pol._ They are two very sames.
_Merc._ Our Jupiter is a great comedian, he counterfeits most
admirably: sure his priests have copied their hypocrisy from their
master. [_Aside._
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