Enter PHANOR from house. Phan. Stop, Philamir: If, as she says, she loves you, well and good, in the direction indicated. That's good advice! Enter QUEEN ALTEMIRE from house. Altem. My lord, old Gelanor, The steward of your palace, has arrived, And waits without. Phan. We'll see him presently. Or, being one, were some one else's wife, Why won't you take me, being what I am? Altem. You know, at least, that I'm a faithful Phan. I think you're more than faithful. I believe Altem. [annoyed.] My lord, you are unjust! I should expose myself to such a test I am no perfect woman, Phanor. I have faults Altem. [with some hesitation.] Now, do you That I'm quick-tempered, jealous, over-prone know, I often wonder why, Possessing such a palace, furnished with Phan. [rather confused.] There are good rea- Altem. [angry.] No doubt! Exceedingly good reasons! When a man Phan. You're a jealous fool. Altem. Jealous I am, and possibly a fool, But not a fool for being jealous. Phan. Peace, And I will tell you why I take you not. Who enters there is bound to speak the truth-- To every question that is put to him And strange to say, while publishing the truth Altem. [amazed.] Say? Would the world Phan. If it were, At least we all should meet on equal terms; I am prepared to undergo the test Phan. No, no, no! You are a worthy woman, Altemire, I am a woman! Phan. Yes, exactly so; If you were not a woman, Altemire, To underrate the worth of womankind- I am a woman, with a woman's faults. Altem. Or guess. Phan. Ha! Am I then to understand Phan. Then this decides me. with me. Altem. But You shall go Phan. Not a word-King Phanor cannot brook Let us take Zeolide and Philamir. To which they are subjected. If the maid If Phan. The course I take Is rather rash, but the experiment Enter GELANOR from house. Well, Gelanor, what tidings do you bring Gelan. Sir, the old, old tale. Men come and go-and women come and go. For any length of time they care to stay, But this time not alone, good Gelanor. Gelan. And who is to accompany you, sir? Phan. My wife. Gelan Your wife? Phan. My wife. I have seen married couples by the score, Phan. Queen Altemire knows all, And knowing all she fears not for herself, Gelan. But you, my liege How will you bear yourself 'neath such a test? You have been married nearly eighteen yearsThat's a long time! Enter MIRZA, unobserved. Phan. Well, yes-I've thought of that. Been dining here-when I've been dining theremay have said "with A."-when 'twas with B.I may have said "with him "—when 'twas with her Distinetions such as these, good Gelanor, Whoever carries this within those walls May overcome the castle's influence, And utter truth or falsehood, as he wills. I should do well, I think, to take this box? Gelan. From all accounts, my lord, I think you would! [Sees MIRZA.] Ahem! We are observed! Mirza. My lord, I trust My presence here is not inopportune? I will withdraw. Phan. No, Lady Mirza, no! I was exhibiting to Gelanor A curious specimen of crystal work- Mirza. [taking box.] And so do I. A perfect emblem of a spotless life! Gelan. But, Lady Mirza, perfect spotlessness Is apt to smack of insipidity. Mirza. No-hold it to the light, and see the change! See how its exquisite prismatic hues, Phan. [aside.] Why, there are women, too (I have known many such), to whom the box Might still be very properly compared! Mirza. Impossible, my lord. I'll not believe That aught so beautiful could be so base. [Returning it.] I thank you, sir. I've read a lesson here That I shall take good heed to profit by. Enter the QUEEN ALTEMIRE, with ZEOLIDE, PHILAMIR, ARISTÆUS, ZORAM and PALMIS, from house. Altem. Here comes your court, my lord. I have a palace, twenty miles away- served! Why, father, I have lived near eighteen years, Gelan. [aside to PHANOR.] You have not told the princess or your court The palace's peculiarity? No voice-no execution-out of tune- [Applauding as if in ecstasies. Altem. [amused.] Indeed! I think I've often heard you say No voice could rival Princess Zeolide's? Chrys. [enthusiastically.] I've often said so-I have praised her voice Because I am a courtier-paid to praise. I never meant one word of what I said; Zor. I? Oh, dear me, no! I can form no opinion on the point, Zor. Not I! I hardly know the treble from the bass, wrote The air I sung! Zor. I wrote the air? Not I. I paid a poor musician for his work, A common trick with melodists who stand Altem. Well, Aristæus there has still to speak. Arist. [gruffly, as if finding fault.] It's sweetly pretty, ma'am, And very nicely sung. I like it much. Arist. [very savagely.] Of course I am; Phan. Not I. The secret is our own, as yet I'm always pleased with everything. The Queen's, and yours, and mine. Gelan. With you and me The secret's safe. But then-Queen Altemire If you have told her all Phan. No, no-not all! Here is a secret which is yours and mine; [Producing crystal box. And yours and mine the secret shall remain. A sturdy rock amid the shifting sands— Enter ZORAM, CHRYSAL and ARISTEUS. [ZEOLIDE sings a song. At its conclusion CHRYSAL and ZORAM applaud. Chrys. [coming forward with all the action of a man who is expressing extreme approval.] Oh, I protest, my ears have never heard A goodly song more miserably sung. Altem. Indeed! Men look on Aristæus as a man Whom nothing satisfies. Arist. [with outrageous bluntness.] Then men are wrong; Na child's more easily amused than I. But here at court, where every one is pleased Would go for naught; so I have coined myself A disposition foreign to my own, In hopes my clumsy, boorish insolence Chrys. How, sir! is this intentional affront? But how to stop them? Here comes Philamir! Now he and Zeolide can meet. But first I must get rid of Zoram. [To ZORAM.] Get you hence, I will contrive to pacify your foe. Zor. ButAltem. Go! Zor. [piteously.] I'm sure I don't know what I've done! [Exeunt ZORAM and QUEEN ALTEMIRE. Enter PHILAMIR. ZEOLIDE runs to him and embraces him-he turns away. Zeo. My love, is Philamir unhappy? I have heard people talking of our troth, Zeo. Indeed! They think you do not love me, then? Phil. They doubt not that-they doubt your love for me. Some say it sleeps; some say that it is dead; Why, bring it now to light! Where will you find If that love lives, but sleeps, why, wake it now, Zeo. It sleeps not, Philamir, nor is it dead, Phil. But people say That love should advertise itself in words "I love you, Philamir." You love your friends. Zeo. Unjust! You ask me, then, To limit my illimitable love, And circle, with a boundary of words, A wealth of love that knows no bounds at all! Phil. [astonished.] Why, Zeolide, At last you speak! Why this, indeed, is love! Phil. [with enthusiasm.] Pleased me? They've done more They've gratified my vanity, and made Zeo. [astonished.] I'm glad they did! Phil. With kisses, ere I could Repeat the sentence; and it hurt me much Phil. Mocking you, Zeolide? You do me wrong! [With enthusiasm.] Oh, place the fullest value on my words, As I'm a Christian knight, I speak the truth! Zeo. Why, Philamir, you've often told me that You never loved a woman till we met ! Phil. [with all the appearance of rapture.] I al- They always do! Whatever else they doubt, To waste its time in seeking precious stones, Zeo. Why, Philamir, dare you say this to me? I have no serious fault to find with you! Phil. Indeed, I think I am, But let that pass. In truth, I like you much. Phil. Until the novelty wore off; Zeo. [in blank astonishment.] And this is Philamir, who used to breathe Such words of passion and such songs of love! weeds The fruit I plucked is withered at the core- Phil. Faded? Why, Zeolide, what do you mean? My grief shall be as silent as my love. [Exit. As if I'd told the very plainest truth! Enter CHRYSAL. Chrys. Your royal highness seems disturbed. Phil. I am! I'm much annoyed with Princess Zeolide. You know how coldly she has hitherto "Tis but an artifice to make you think That I am timid as a startled fawn! Chrys. [aside to PHILAMIR.] This is a character. I'll open fire And storm her weakest point-her vanity. A salvo, if you please. [Aloud, with the air of one who is paying an elaborate compliment.] I have remarked That you've a certain girlish prettiness, Although your nose is sadly underbred. [Aside.] That's rather neat! Azema. Are you Prince Philamir? Chrys. Not I, indeed, fair lady. This is heThe most conceited coxcomb in the world. [With an elaborate bow to PHILAMIR, who starts angrily. No thanks-indeed 'tis true. Azema. [to CHRYSAL.] Then go your way Chrys. [politely.] I do, indeed. You've been I don't want you! I only want the prince. the laughing-stock Of all the court for months on that account. Phil. [amazed.] Oh, have I so? Chrys. Upon my soul, you have. Phil. You're candid, sir. Chrys. [still as if paying a compliment.] I can Extremely candid with Prince Philamir. Your vows. What then? Phil. Why, not ten minutes since Her manner changed, and all her pent-up love I was astounded! I, of course, began I picked the very fairest flowers that grow And showered them upon her. White with rage I half believe you. I can scarcely think [With a respectful bow. Phil. [haughtily.] This form of compliment is new to me! Chrys. My lord, my speciality consists In framing novel forms of compliment. And rather pretty, too. Phil. [angrily.] She hears you, sir! [Politely to AZEMA.] I fear we've frightened you? Azema. Oh, no, indeed, I am not frightened, though I seem to be. [AZEMA'S manner is characterized by the extremest modesty and timidity throughout this scene. Chrys. But why affect a fear you do not feel? Azema. [with extreme timidity.] Because, although I entered here to seek Prince Philamir, I'm anxious he should think This meeting is a simple accident. Do not suppose that this is modesty, 'Twas Philamir I came to captivate. Chrys. Here's candor if you like! Find some excuse to go, that he and I Phil. Leave me, sir. I'll give your tongue a lesson ere the night! see Exactly-don't explain! [Aside.] Poor Zeolide! [Exit. Phil. Insolent scoundrel! [Following him. I want you here alone. You can begin— The people told me any one was free Phil. Yes, quite right. Did they say more? then, that you Received but sorry treatment at the hands The fairest maid for many a mile around- [Sits; her ankle is exposed. Phil. The princess has a candid enemy! I beg your pardon, but the furniture Has caught your dress. Azema. [re-arranging her dress hastily.] Oh, I arranged it so, That you might see how truly beautiful [As if much shocked at the exposé. Phil. I saw them well, They're very neat. Azema. I now remove my glove That you may note the whiteness of my hand. Iplace it there in order that you may Be tempted to enclose it in your own. Phil. To that temptation I at once succumb. |