ACT III
Scene I
Enter Iphigene, disguised as before, as in a garden
Iph. What have I got by changing place,
But as a wretch which ventures to the wars,
Seeking the misery with pain abroad,
He found, but wisely thought h' had left at home?
Fortune, thou hast no tyranny beyond5
This usage.[Weeps
Would I had never hop'd,
Or had betimes despair'd! let never in
The gentle thief, or kept him but a guest,
Not made him lord of all!10
Tempests of wind thus (as my storms of grief
Carry my tears, which should relieve my heart)
Have hurried to the thankless ocean clouds
And showers, that needed not at all the courtesy,
When the poor plains have languish'd for the want,15
And almost burnt asunder.
I'll have this statue's place, and undertake
At my own charge to keep the water full.[Lies down
Enter Francelia
Fran. These fond imprespions grow too strong upon me.
They were at first without design or end,20
Like the first elements, that know not what
And why they act, and yet produce strange things
Poor innocent desires, journeying they know
Not whither; but now they promise to themselves
Strange things, grow insolent, threaten no rest25
Till they be satisfy'd.
What difference was between these lords!
The one made love, as if he by assault
Would take my heart, so forc'd it to defence;
While t'other blew it up with secret mines,30
And left no place for it. Here he is!
Tears steal, too, from his eyes,
As if not daring to be known to pass
That way.
Make it good, cunning grief: thou know'st thou couldst35
Not dress thyself in any other looks,
To make thee lovely.
