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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.
Alex.-Forget not your lesson.
Heph.-I marvel what your device shall be.
Alex.—The event shall prove.
Heph.-) pity the poor painter, if he be in love.
Alex.--Pity him not: I pray thee, that severe gravity

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.

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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?
Diog.-A little worser than I can of hate.
Alet. And why?
Diog.-Because it is better to hate the things which

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

Alexander will.

Alex Campaspe, here is news, - Apelles is in love

with you.

you, I

Camp. It pleaseth your majesty to say so.
Alex.-Hephestion, I will try her too.-Campaspe,

for the good qualities I know in Apelles, and
the virtue I see in am determined

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,

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