eagle that can fly to any place." He sets off for England, where the Prince of Cyprus is gone to woo the king's daughter. At the English court Andelocia is mad for the love of the Princess Agripyne. The king instructs his daughter to feed him with hopes, and find the royal vein of the Cypriot's golden mine. The crafty Agripyne thus tells her success to the king : I made him drink That soporiferous juice which was compos'd : Gentles, if ere you have beheld the passions, Such eyes, such heart swoll'n big with sighs and tears, His thoughts crown'd him a monarch in the morn, Yet now he 's bandied by the seas in scorn, From wave to wave; his golden treasure's spoil If your swift thoughts clap on their wonted wings, To England back he comes; step but to court, In the wilderness to which Andelocia flies, there had been planted two trees-the tree of Virtue and the tree of Vice. At their planting Virtue says, How many kingdoms have I measured, Only to find a climate apt to cherish These withering branches? but no ground can prove I'll try this soil; if here they likewise fade, To heaven I'll fly, from whence I took my birth, Vice rejoinds, Virtue, I am sworn thy foe; if there thou plant, Andelocia sees the tree of Vice, and climbs it to get golden apples for the fainting Agripyne-apples with "a most sugar'd delicious taste in the mouth, but when down, as bitter as gall." He throws the lady an apple, but he will reach the topmost bough. "I will have yonder highest apple, though I die for it: hold,-catch,-put on my hat." The princess wishes herself in England. The fruit of Vice has deformed both--they become horned. Andelocia, in his solitary wretchedness, thus deplores his folly : She flies like lightning: oh, she hears me not! And now I shall turn wild: here I shall famish, Here die; here cursing die, here raving die ; And thus will wound my breast, and rend my hair. I have abus'd two blessings, wealth and knowledge; And therefore must turn wild; must be a beast, Because my soul deformity doth wear. He sleeps; and then Fortune, Virtue, and Vice appear to him: And. I am beset with anguish, shame, and death. And. Till now, I never did behold her face. Because thou 'dst gold, thou thoughtst all women thine. On the fair cheeks of Vice still fix their eye. Thou wouldst have loath'd her; where, by loving her, And. Oh, re-transform me to a glorious shape, And I will learn how I may love to hate her. For. I cannot re-transform thee; woo this woman. And. This woman? wretched is my state, when I, To find out wisdom, to a fool must fly. For. Fool, clear thine eyes; this is bright Areté, Doth crown her head; the world laughs her to scorn, Run after her, she 'll give thee these and these, And. (Kneels.) Immortal Areté, Virtue divine, Vir. Smile thou on me, and I will still be thine; I'll entertain thee: here, come taste this tree, And. 'Tis bitter: this fruit I shall ne'er digest. Vir. But being down 'tis sour; And mine being down, has a delicious taste. Thorny, and up hill; a bitter journey; But being gone through, you find all heav'nly sweets; The entrance is all flinty, but at th' end, To towers of pearl and crystal you ascend. And. Oh, delicate! Oh, sweet ambrosian relish ! And see, my ugliness drops from my brows; Thanks, beauteous Areté! Oh, had I now My hat and purse again! how I would shine, And gild my soul with none but thoughts divine. For. That shall be tried: take fruit from both these trees, By help of them, win both thy purse and hat: I will instruct thee how, for on my wings To England shalt thou ride; thy virtuous brother To taste her sweets, those sweets must prove thy bane. Andelocia arrives at the court of England with his apples. His purse is still in the possession of the princess, and so is his wishing-cap. The lady is inconsolable on account of her deformity. Andelocia, as a physician, arrives to cure her. "She has my purse, and yonder lies my hat." He gets the hat on, and, seizing the princess, wishes himself with his brother Ampedo. He takes the purse from Agripyne, dismisses her to her father, and gives her the medicinal apple to cure her deformity. Andelocia gives the hat to his brother, and again relapses into his riotous mood: " Away with your purity, brother! you're an ass: why doth this purse spit out gold but to be spent!-pleasure is my sweet mistress." Ampedo, true to his character of inactive goodness, burns the miraculous hat. As this doth perish, So shall the other: count what good and bad Thy glory and thy mischiefs here shall burn, Ampedo has thrown away his power. He is seized, and cast into prison, as the brother of Andelocia, by two courtiers, who desire to possess the cap and the purse. Andelocia is also powerless without the hat, and is thrown into the same dungeon as his brother. strophe is thus given by the poet : Amp. In want, in misery, in woe, and care, My want is famine, bolts my misery; And. Give me that portion; for I have a heart Yet be thus bridled now? I'll tear these fetters. Murder! cry murder, Ampedo, aloud: To bear this scorn our fortunes are too proud. Amp. Oh, folly! thou hast power to make flesh glad, When the rich soul in wretchedness is clad. And. Peace, fool! am not I Fortune's minion? These bands are but one wrinkle of her frown; The cata |