Play on Words

full length · drama

The Prince of Parthia: A Tragedy

10 roles (0M / 0F / 10 any) · approx 69–95 minutes · 5 acts

Royalty-free Public domain — free to read, perform, and adapt. No licence needed.

Characters

Arsaces lead 82 speeches
King lead 49 speeches
Vardanes supporting 39 speeches
Queen supporting 33 speeches
Evanthe supporting 31 speeches
Bethas supporting 22 speeches
Lysias supporting 15 speeches
Gotarzes minor 12 speeches
Barzaphernes minor 10 speeches
Cleone minor 3 speeches

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_KING and QUEEN._

King. This leads To fair Evanthe's chamber--Ha! the Queen.

Queen. Why dost thou start? so starts the guilty wretch, When, by some watchful eye, prevented from His dark designs.

King. Prevented! how, what mean'st thou?

Queen. Art thou then so dull? cannot thy heart, Thy changeling heart, explain my meaning to thee, Or must upbraiding 'wake thy apprehension? Ah! faithless, tell me, have I lost those charms Which thou so oft hast sworn could warm old age, And tempt the frozen hermit from his cell, To visit once again our gayer world? This, thou hast sworn, perfidious as thou art, A thousand times; as often hast thou sworn Eternal constancy, and endless love, Yet ev'ry time was perjur'd.

King. Sure, 'tis frenzy.

Queen. Indeed, 'tis frenzy, 'tis the height of madness, For I have wander'd long in sweet delusion. At length the pleasing Phantom chang'd its form, And left me in a wilderness of woe.

King. Prithee, no more, dismiss those jealous heats; Love must decay, and soon disgust arise, Where endless jarrings and upbraidings damp The gentle flame, which warms the lover's breast.

Queen. Oh! grant me patience heav'n! and dost thou think By these reproaches to disguise thy guilt? No, 'tis in vain, thy art's too thin to hide it.

King. Curse on the marriage chain!--the clog, a wife, Who still will force and pall us with the joy, Tho' pow'r is wanting, and the will is cloy'd, Still urge the debt when Nothing's left to pay.

Queen. Ha! dost thou own thy crime, nor feel the glow Of conscious shame?

King. Why should I blush, if heav'n Has made me as I am, and gave me passions? Blest only in variety, then blame The Gods, who form'd my nature thus, not me.

Queen. Oh! Traitor! Villain!

King. Hence--away-- No more I'll wage a woman's war with words. [_Exit._

Queen. Down, down ye rising passions, give me ease, Or break my heart, for I must yet be calm-- But, yet, revenge, our Sex's joy, is mine; By all the Gods! he lives not till the morn. Who slights my love, shall sink beneath my hate.

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