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THEAGENES

in The Strange Discovery — Gough, J.

Metadata

PlayThe Strange Discovery
AuthorGough, J.
Year (catalogued)1640
First performance1640
Decade1640s
GenreRomance
Play typeCloset (?)
Speech prefix(es)Theag. | Theagines.
Words1224
Characters6626
Typicality0.45 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP idA01989
BritDrama no.2512
ClusterCluster 24 — Gods, cupids & celestial agents

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Full speech

Most sacred Priest of this high Deity We make request unto you to begin This sacri ice to Neoptolemus. So burns my heart as does this Altar here, The taper that did set my heart a fire Was fair Caricleas beauty. aside. Welcome my honoured friends, and holy father's To my poor Table here, please you to fit And eat of what the gods have sent us. We will not cause you break those rules, nor swerve From your religious order, but sometime A little Wine will much inflame your zeal To holy duties, reverend Caricles I must begin to you. drinks to him. Sirs, pardon my stupidity and dulness, A little fit of passion did possess me, But now 'tis passed, here worthy Calasiris, I drink a health to the fair president Of our late funeral pomp. Refuse Caricleas health? That's strange, how comes it? Then Bring me some water, wise and reverend man, Pardon my ignorance which knew it not; Now Sir to you in your own element, And let this table make a lasting league Of amity between us. Ere you go Please you to see a dance in armour, called Pyrricha, which we use in Thessaly. Found music then. It's I, Theagenes your friend. Reverend Father, A stirring one which keeps my thoughts awake, And banisheth sweet slumber from mine eyes, Hath made me break your morning meditations, And though I suffer beyond thought of man, Yet blush I to reveal my grief for shame. Thy prophesy is true, I am in love With fair Cariclea, save me learned man; For without help I cannot live a day, So much this mischief works upon my heart; I never till now knew the effects of love, Nor ere saw woman that I thought deserved To be beloved, before Caricleas beauty Made me a slave to Cupid's cruelty. With my soul, And if you do this, I am yours, and all I have at your command.— one knocks. My worthy friend most opportunely met. How can he Be beautiful that pleases not Cariclea? What is that you say? Does fair Cariclea wish to see me father? Why do you then detain me here, and not Conduct me to her? Theagines offers to run forth, Calasiris catches him by the cloak, and holds him fast. The matter were not great although I died After I had enjoyed Cariclea, Death for her sake is life, but Calasiris If you think good, let us demand her of Old Caricles her father for my wife, I do suppose my blood is high enough To be commixed with his. Oh you gods above, It cannot be, nor shall it by your leaves, Theagenes, and none but he shall wed Cariclea, who ere presumest to touch My goddess but my self, shall sure repent it, This hand is not benumbed, nor this sword blunt But it can take revenge. Farewell reverend Father. Exit Theagenes. So efficacious is your wisdom sir, So forceable our friendship, as it hath wrought That effect I wished upon my daughter, Cariclea is in love and quite subdued By strong affection, who before was stubborn Unto so sweet a yoke. A strange but blessed discovery hast thou made Of fair Caricleas royal pedigree (Right reverend father) which before lay buried Deep in the obscure vault of ignorance. Now princely virgin raise thy glorious head Above the clouds, and give thy conquering beauty Command to pull the thunderer from his seat To serve thee here on earth or in Olympus Where thou shalt please to dwell, and rest not here, Let Mars be fettered, Mercury a slave, And bright Apollo dazzled with the sighed Of beams more splendant then his own, fallen down And worship thy appearance, offering thee His throne to fit upon. They have done so, or else the Poets lie, Witness Europa's bull, and Laedas swans Fair Danaes shower, and Daphne's transformation; If their poor beauty's had that operation To work such strange effects in heavenly powers, How much more force, nay violence think you Hath hers, to whose compared, theirs are Like glass To sparkling diamonds. Agreed my goddess. Most beauteous Lady, Please you to understand, we are of Greece, Descended of a Noble family, Which never produced yet unworthy branches, Let it suffice (I do beseech your Grace) We open it no further; we have been Robbed on the sea by pirates, but redeemed By Noble Calasiris, and brought here To Memphis stately City. My sister Madame, Tossed equally with me by Fortune's blasts. Tell Arsace My sister and my self both kiss her hands And do return her humble thanks for all Her noble favours, but that she does love me I think it strange, whose husband is a man So far beyond my rank as put in balance With worthless me, it would not brook the trial. We know you are her hands, her eyes, her ears, Her mind, her all, for countries sake persuade her (I do beseech you) to remove her thoughts Upon some worthier person; all that we Desire is one y this, that she would please To send us back again to Calasiris, And never bring strange banished, restless lives Unto so high and excellent a fortune. Tempt me not, But tell your mistress I despise her lust As much as prize her love, you shall obligue us Unto you in a bound of love and kindness To get us leave from her hence to depart To seek our Fortune's. And hast thou scaped the fire my dearest love? Miraculous deliverance! let me hear The manner on't related. I have not herd a stranger miracle, This does proceed from favour of the God , And their unbounded justice. O sweet, let not the sense of misery, Make you offend the gods thus, but be patient. The gods are good to us, for I likewise Am made a Poet by remembering now And answer which last night some spirit gave m Who seemed to say this, To morrow shalt thou with the maid escape Arsaces hand, And soon be brought with her into the Aethiopian land. Still how you err! calamity hath made you Forget your self, and always doubt the worst, Turning all things to a sinister sense, The Oracle is plain, you are the maid The gods do point at, whom I shall convey Out of Arsaces power into your Land Of Aethiopia, but how this shall be Effected, unto us does not appear, Yet it is credible the gods can do it; We must leave that to unto their secret workings. Now what your verse should mean I cannot guess, Which does contain so many contrarieties, For Pantarbe, in its true signification, Is taken for all fearful, yet it would not Have you to fear the fire. But then, how was't that Aura perished not? She had no Pantarbe to defend her. This is probable; But now what other Pantarbe have we left To shun the next days danger, for Arsace Will not end here, but practice still new mischief. Led on then, we are bound to obey. Exeunt. Great King, I am her brother, she my sister, Both born in Greece. plague me for Adoring queen Caricles deity? They are unjust then, for themselves commit The same Idolatry aswell as I.

Plot summary

Plot — The Strange Discovery
After the death of his daughter, Charicles decides to leave Egypt and return to Greece so that he can die at home. Before he can go, the Ethiopian legate entrusts him with the care of a maiden, whom he adopts as a daughter and names Chariclea; but the legate is expelled from Egypt before he can reveal more of the girl’s history. Back in Greece, Chariclea seems uninterested in men until she meets Theagenes, who has come to Delphos to participate in a religious ceremony. After that, they are both stricken with love-melancholy. A physician diagnoses Chariclea with green-sickness and prescribes sex, so Charicles plans to introduce her to his nephew, whom he hopes she will marry. The visiting Egyptian priest Calasiris realizes otherwise and helps her to abscond with Theagenes to Africa, taking with them a fascia which explains her origins. Chariclea is really the daughter of the King and Queen of Ethiopia. Her fortunes arise from her skin colour: her mother was looking at a picture of a white woman at the moment of conception, so the child too was born white; fearing a charge of adultery, she disposed of the baby and reported her dead. In Egypt, Theagenes attracts the interest of Arsace while her husband, the Deputy, is away at war with Ethiopia, but he is impervious to her advances, even when she has him imprisoned and scourged. Realizing that the problem lies in his love for Chariclea, Arsace plots to poison her, but the poisoned cup goes astray and it is the bawd Cybele who is killed. Chariclea is tried for the murder and found guilty after Arsace provides five false witnesses; but when she is thrown into the fire, it refuses to burn her because she is wearing a magical fire-repelling ring. The Deputy hears of her beauty and has her brought to him along with Theagenes. Arsace commits suicide. Chariclea and Theagenes are captured by the Ethiopians on the way to the Deputy’s camp. It is customary for prisoners of war to be sacrificed, but Chariclea saves herself by producing the fascia describing her origins, and she and Theagenes are appointed Ethiopian priests in succession to her parents. In the sub-plot, Demeneta attempts to seduce her stepson Cnemon, but when he rejects her, she tells his father, Aristippus, that he assaulted her, and thereby gets the young man a thrashing. To further her revenge, she asks Thisbe, her maid, to lead him on. Thisbe encourages him to regain his father’s favour by catching his stepmother in the act of adultery. When he…