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Actus quintus, Scæna quarta. Alexander, Hephestion, Page, Diogenes, Apelles,
Campaspe. Alex-Me thinketh Hephestion you are more melan
choly than you are accustomed, but I perceive it is all for Alexander. You can neither brook this peace nor my pleasure ;- be of good cheer;
though I wink, I sleep not. Heph.-Melancholy I am not, nor well content: for I
know not how there is such a rust crept into my bones with this long ease, that I fear I shall
not scour it out with infinite labours. Alex.--Yes, yes, if all the travails of conquering the
world will set either thy body or mine in tune, we will undertake them. But what think
of Apelles ? Did ye ever see any so perplexed ? He neither answered directly to any question, nor looked stedfastly upon any thing. I hold
my life the painter is in love. Heph.
It may be : for commonly we see it incident
in artificers, to be enamoured of their own works, as Archidamus of his wooden dove, Pygmalion of his ivory image, Arachne of his wooden swan; especially painters, who playing with their own conceits, now coveting to draw a glancing eye, then a rolling, now a winking, still mending it, never ending it, and then, poor souls, they kiss the colours with their lips, with
which before they were loath to taint their fingers. Alex.—I will find it out. Page go-speedily to Apelles,
will him to come bither, and when you see us earnestly in talk, suddenly cry out, “ Apelles' shop is on fire."
Page.--It shall be done.
set aside: what do you think of love ? Heph.—As the Macedonians do of their herb beet,
which looketh yellow in the ground, and black
in the hand; think it better seen than touched. Alex.—But what do you imagine it to be? Heph.—A word, by superstition thought a god; by
use turned into a humour; by self-will made a
flattering madness. Alex.-You are too hard-hearted to think so of love.
Let us go to Diogenes :-Diogenes thou may’st think it somewhat that Alexander cometh to
thee again so soon. Diog. If you come to learn, you could not come
soon enough; if to laugh, you be come too
Heph.-It would better become thee to be more cour
teous, and frame thyself to please. Diog.–And you better to be less, if you durst dis
please. Alex.-.What dost thou think of the time we have
here? Diog.–That we have little and lose much. Alex.-If one be sick, what would'st thou have him
do? Diog.-Be sure that he make not his physician his heir. Alex.-If thou mightest have thy will, how much
ground would content thee.
Diog.-As much as you in the end must be contented
withal. Alex.What, a world? Diog.–No, the length of my body. Alex.-Hephestion, shall I be a little pleasant with
him ? Heph.--You may, but be will be very perverse with
you. Alex.—I skills not, I cannot be angry with him. Diogenes,
thee what dost thou think of love?
make to love, than to love the things which give
occasion to hate. Alex.-Why be not women the best creatures in the
world? Diog.--Next men and be es.. Alex.-What dost thou dislike chiefly in woman? Diog-One thing. Alex.-- What? Diog.-That she is a woman. Alex.-In mine opinion thou wert never born of wo
man, that thou thinkest so hardly of women. But now cometh Apelles, who I am sure is as far from thy thoughts as thou art from his cunning. Diogenes, I will have thy cabin removed
nearer to my court because I will be a philosopher. Diog.-_And when you have done so, I pray you re
move your court further from my cabin, because
I will not be a courtier. Alex.-But here comes A pelles.-A pelles, what piece
of work have you now in hand ?
Apel.-None in band, if it like your majesty; but I
am devising a platform in my head. Alex.-) think your hand put it in your head. Is it
notling about Venus ? Apel.-No, bat some hing about Vulcan. Page.- Apolies, A pelles, look above you, your shop
is on tire. Apel.- Aye me, if the picture of Campaspe be burnt
I am undone. Aler. -Stay Ape'les, no baste, it is your heart is on
fire, not your shop, and if Campaspe hang there, I would she were burnt. But have you the picture of Campaspe ? belike you love her well, that you care not though all be lost, so she be
safe. Apel.-Not love her; but your majesty knows that
painters in their last works are said to excel themselves, and in this I have so much pleased myself, that the shadow as much delighteth me, being an artificer, as the substance doth others
that are amorous. Aler.-You lay on your colours grossly: though I
could not paint in your shop, I can spy into your excuse.
Be not ashamed Apelles, it is a gentleman's sport to be in love. Call hither Campaspe. Methinks I might have been made privy to your affections; though my council had not been necessary, yet my countenance might have been thought requisite. But Apelles forsooth loveth under-hand, yea, and under Alex
ander's nose; and—but I say no more. Apel.–Apelles loveth not so, but he' liveth to do as
Alex Campaspe, here is news, - Apelles is in love
Camp. It pleaseth your majesty to say so.
for the good qualities I know in Apelles, and
you shall enjoy one another. How say you Cam
paspe,-would you say aye? Camp.-Your handmaid must obey if you command. Alex.- Think you not Hephestion, that she would fain
be commanded ? Heph. I am no thought catcher, but I guess un
happily. Alex.--I will not enforce marriage where I cannot
compel love. Heph.-But your majesty may move a question where
you be willing to have a match. Alex - Believe me Hephestion, these parties are
agreed, they would have me both priest and witness. Apelles take Campaspe, why move ye not? Campaspe, take Apelles, - will it not be? If you be ashamed one of the other, by my consent you shall never come together. But dissemble not. Campaspe do you love
Apelles ? Camp.-Pardon me, my lord, I love Apelles. Alex.--Apelles it were a shame for you being loved
so openly, of so fair a virgin, to say the con
trary. Do you love Campaspe? Apel.--Only Campaspe. Alex.-Two loving worms Hephestion. I perceive
Alexander cannot subdue the affections of men,