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Alas, he had rather sleep to shake his fit off. Weather and wind alike. Look ye, friends, how gently he leads. Upon my King. Clear thou thyself, or know not me for word,
father. He's tame enough, he needs no further watching. Are. This earth, how false it is! What means Good my friends, go to your houses,
is left And by ine have your pardons, and my love; For me to clear myself? It lies in your belief. And know, there shall be nothing in my power My lords, believe me; and let all things else You may deserve, but you shall have your wishes. Struggle together to dishonour me. To give you more thanks were to flatter you. Bel. Oh, stop your ears, great king, that I may Continue still your love; and, for an earnest,
speak Drink this.
As freedom would; then I will call this lady All. Long mayest thou live, brave prince! brave As base as be her actions ! hear me, sir : prince!
your heated blood, when it rebels Brave prince !
[Er. Phi. and Pha. Against your reason, sooner than this lady. Cap. Thou art the king of courtesy !
Meg. By this good light, he bears it handFall off again, my sweet youths. Come, and every
somely. man trace to his house again, and hang his pewter Phi. This lady? I will sooner trust the wind up; then to the tavern, and bring your wives in With feathers, or the troubled sea with pearl, muffs. We will have music; and the red grape Than her with any thing. Believe her not ! shall make us dance, and rise, boys. [E.reunt. Why, think you, if I did believe her words,
I would outlive them? Honour cannot take Enter King, ARETHUSA, Galatea, MEGRA, Revenge on you; then, what were to be known
CLEREMONT, Dion, TIRASILINE, BELLARIO, But death? and attendants.
King. Forget her, sir, since all is knit
Between us. But I must request of you
Phi. Command, whate'er it be.
King. Swear to be true
To what you promise.
And it is granted.
King. Bear away that boy
To torture : I will have her cleared or buried. Enter PHILASTER and PiaRAMOXD.
Phi. Oh, let me call my words back, worthy Cle. My lord is come.
sir ! King. My son !
Ask something else! Bury my life and right Blest be the time, that I have leave to call In one poor grave; but do not take away Such virtue mine! Now thou art in mine arins, My life and fame at once. Methinks I have a salve unto my breast
King. Away with him! it stands irrevocable. For all the stings, that dwell there. Streams of grief, Phi. Turn all your eyes on me: here stands si That I have wronged thee, and as much of joy,
man, That I repent it, issue from mine eyes :
The falsest and the basest of this world. Let them appease thee. Take thy right; take her; Set swords against this breast, some honest man, She is thy right too; and forget to urge
For I have lived, till I am pitied!
My former deeds were hateful, but this last
life Whom I have thus redeemed, you have full leave Unto his torture! Is it in the power To make an honourable voyage home.
Of flesh and blood, to carry this and live?
[Offers to kill himself. With fair provision, I do see a lady,
Are. Dear sir, be patient yet! Oh, stay that Methinks, would gladly bear you coinpany:
hand. How like
King. Sirs, strip that boy.
your constancy. To cure ill names, that meaner people want? Bel. Oh, kill me, gentlemen! Phi. What mean you ?
Dion. No! Help, sirs. Meg. You must get another ship,
Bel. Will you torture me? To bear the princess and the boy together.
King. Haste there! why stay you? Dion, How now !
Bel. Then I shall not break my vow, Meg. Ship us all four, my lord; we can endure You know, just gods, though I discover alls
King. How's that? will he confess ?
King. Lay hold upon that lady. Dion. Sir, so he says.
Phi. It is a woman, sir! hark, gentlemen! King. Speak then.
It is a woman! Arethusa, take Bel. Great king, if you command
My soul into thy breast, that would be gone This lord to talk with me alone, my tongue, With joy. It is a woman! thou art fair, Urged by my heart, shall utter all the thoughts And virtuous still to ages, in despite of malice. My youth hath known; and stranger things than King. Speak you; where lies his shame? these
Bel. I am his daughter. You hear not often.
Phi. The gods are just. king. Walk aside with him.
Dion. I dare accuse none; but, before you two, Dion. Why speakest thou not?
The virtue of our age, I bend my knee Bel. Know you this face, my lord ?
For mercy. Dion. No.
Phi. Take it freely; for, I know, bel. Have you not seen it, nor the like? Though what thou didst were indiscreetly done;
Dion. Yes, I have seen the like, but readily 'Twas meant well. I know not where.
Are, And for me, Bel. I have been often told,
I have a power to pardon sins, as oft
As any man has power to wrong me.
A fault, Bellario, though thy other deeds
Of truth outweighed it: all these jealousies Who now doth spend the spring-time of her life Had flown to nothing, if thou hadst discovered In holy pilgrimage, move to the king,
What now we know. That I may escape this torture,
Bel. My father oft would speak Dion. But thou speakest
Your worth and virtue; and, as I did grow As like Euphrasia, as thou dost look.
More and more apprehensive, I did thirst How came it to thy knowledge, that she lives To see the man so praised; but yet all this In pilgrimage?
Was but a maiden longing, to be lost Bel. I know it not, my lord;
As soon as found; till sitting in my window, But I have heard it; and do scarce believe it. Printing my thoughts in lawn, I saw a god, Dion. Oh, my shame! Is't possible? Draw I thought, (but it was you) enter our gates. near,
My blood flew out, and back again as fast, That I may gaze upon thee. Art thou she, As I had puffed it forth and sucked it in Or else her murderer? Where wert thou born ? Like breath: then was I called away in haste, Bel. In Syracusa,
To entertain you. Never was a man, Dion. What's thy name?
Heaved from a sheep-cot to a sceptre, raised Bel. Euphrasia.
So high in thoughts as I: you left a kiss Dion. Oh, 'tis just, 'tis she !
Upon these lips then, which I mean to keep Now I do know thee. Oh, that thou hadst died, From you for ever. did hear you talk, And I had never seen thee nor my shame! Far above singing ! after you were gone, Hlow shall I own thee? shall this tongue of mine I grew acquainted with my heart, and searched E'er call thee daughter more?
What stirred it so : alas! I found it love; Bel. 'Would I had died indeed; I wish it too : Yet far from lust; for could I but have lived And so I must have done by vow, ere published In presence of
I had had my end. What I have told, but that there was no means For this I did delude my noble father To hide it longer. Yet I joy in this,
With a feigned pilgrimage, and dressed myself The princess is all clear.
habit of a boy; and, for I knew King. What have
My birth no match for you, I was past hope Dion. All is discovered.
Of having you; and, understanding well, Phi. Why then hold you me?
That, when I made discovery of my sex, (He offers to stab himself. I could not stay with you, I made a vow, All is discovered ! Pray you, let inc go.
By all the most religious things a maid King. Stay him.
Could call together, never to be known, Are. What is discovered?
Whilst there was hope to hide me from men's eyes, Dion. Why, my shame!
For other than I scerned, thai I might ever It is a woman : let her speak the rest.
Abide with you : then sat I by the fount, Phi. How? that again!
Where first you took me up, Dion. It is a woman.
Kiny. Search out a match Phi. Blessed be you powers, that favour inno- Within our kingdom, where and when thou wilt,
And I will pay thy dowry; and thyself
King. Set her at liberty; but leave the court; Wilt well deserve him.
This is no place for such ! You, Pharamond, Bel. Never, sir, will I
Shall have free passage, and a conduct home, Marry; it is a thing within my vow :
Worthy so great a prince. When you come there, But, if I may have leave to serve the princess, Remember, 'twas your faults, that lost you her, To see the virtues of her lord and her,
And not my purposed will. I shall have hope to live.
Pha. I do confess, Are. I, Philaster,
Renowned sir. Cannot be jealous, though you had a lady
King. Last, join your hands in one. Enjoy, Dressed like a page to serve you; nor will I
Philaster, Suspect her living here. Come, live with me; This kingdom, which is yours, and after me Live free, as I do. She, that loves my lord, Whatever I call mine. My blessing on you! Curst be the wife that hates her!
All happy hours be at your marriage joys, Phi. Igrieve such virtues should be laid in earth, That you may grow yourselves over all lands, Without an heir. Hear me, my royal father : And live to see your plenteous branches spring Wrong not the freedom of our souls so much, Wherever there is sun! let princes learn To think to take revenge of that base woman; By this, to rule the passions of their blood, Her malice cannot hurt us. Set her free
For what heaven wills can never be withstood. As she was born, saving from shame and sin.
These jealous thoughts; I'm thine, and, pardon me, SCENE I.
Though I repeat it, my Leosthenes,
That, for thy sake, when the bold Theban sued, Enter Timagoras and LEOSTIENES.
Far-famed Pisander, for my sister's love, Timag. Why should you droop, Leosthenes, or Sent him disgraced and discontented home; despair
I wrought my father then; and I, that stopped not Víy sister's favour? What, before, you purchased In the career of my affection to thee, By courtship, and fair language, in these wars When that renowned worthy brought with him (For, from her soul, you know, she loves a soldier) High birth, wealth, courage, as fee'd advocates You may deserve by action.
To mcdiate for him, never will consent,
A fool, that only has the shape of man,
Timoleon, by his trumpets hath given warning
Timay. 'Tis well; provide my horse. How much I dare do for your sister's love.
Pis. I shall, sir.
[Erit Pisander. But, when that I consider how averse
Leost. This slave has a strange aspect ? Your noble father, great Archidamus,
Timag. Fit for his fortune; 'uis a strong limbed Is, and hath ever been, to my desires,
knave; Reason may warrant me to doubt and fear, My father bought him for my sister's litter. What seeds snever I sow in these wars
O priile of women! Coaches are too common; Of noble courage, his deterininate will
They surfeit in the happiness of peace, May blast, and give my harvest to another, And ladies think they keep not state enougli, That ne'er toiled for it.
If, for their pomp and ease, they are not burne Timug. Prithee, do not nourish
In triumph on mens' shoulders.
Leost. Who commands
Roused up by brave Timoleon. The Carthaginian fleet ?
Cleon. When arrives he? Timag. Gisco's their admiral,
Diph. He is expected every hour.
Arch. The braveries
(Your hopeful heir, lord Cleon) two days sin
To be blessed with his presence. Leo. No more of him.-The motives
Cleon. What shout's this? [Shout at a distance. That Corinth gives us aid?
Diph. 'Tis seconded with loud music. T'imag. The common danger:
[Trumpets flourish within. For Sicily being on fire, she is not safe ;
Arch. Which confirms It being apparent that ambitious Carthage, His wished-for entrance. Let us entertain him (That to enlarge her empire strives to fasten With all respect, solemnity, and pomp, An unjust gripe on us, that live free lords A man may merit, that comes to redeem us Of Syracusa) will not end, till Greece
From slavery and oppression. Acknowledge her their sovereign,
Cleon. I'll lock up Leost. I'm satisfied.
My doors, and guard my gold; these lads of CoWhat think you of our general ?
rinth Timag. He is a man
Have nimble fingers, and I fear them more, Of strange and reserved parts; but a great soldier. Being within our walls, than those of Carthage;
[A trumpet sounds. They are far off. His trumpets call us; I'll forbear bis character : Årch. And, ladies, be it your care To-morrow, in the senate-house, at large To welcome him and his followers with all duty. He will express himself.
For rest resolved, their hands and swords must Leost. I'll follow you.
In that full height of happiness you live in : SCENE II.-The Senate House. A dreadful change else follows.
[Ereunt Arch. Cleon. and Dips. Enter ARCHIDAMUS, CLEON, DIPhilus, OLYM
PIA, CORISCA, CLEORA, and ZANTHIA. Enter TIM AGORAS, LEOSTHENES, Asotus, TIMOArch. So careless we have been, my noble lords,
Leon in black, led in by ARCHIDAMUS, DipalIn the disposing of our own affairs,
Lus, and CLion; followed by PISANDER, GRACAnd ignorant in the art of government,
CULO, CIMBRIO, and other Slaves. That now we need a stranger to instruct us. Arch. It is your seat, Yet we are happy that our neighbour Corinth Which .with a general suffrage, (Pitying the unjust gripe Carthage would lay As to the supreme magistrate, Sicily tenders, On Syracusa) hath vouchsafed to lend us And prays Timoleon to accept. Her man of men, Timoleon, to defend
Timol. Such honours, Our country and our liberties.
To one ambitious of rules or title, Diph. 'Tis a favour
Whose heaven or earth is placed in his command, We are unworthy of, and we may blush
And absolute power o'er others, would with joy, Necessity compells us to receive it.
And veins swoln high, with pride be entertained. Arch.Oshame! that we,that are a populous nation, They take not me; for I have ever loved Engaged to liberal nature for all blessings An equal freedom, and proclaim all such An island can bring forth; we that have limbs, As would usurp another's liberties, And able bodies, shipping, arms and treasure, Rebels to nature, to whose bounteous blessings The sinews of the war, now we are called All men lay claim as true legitimate sons. To stand upon our guard, cannot produce But such a3 have made forfeit of themselves One, fit to be our general !
By vicious courses, and their birthright lost, Cleon. I'm old and fat;
T'is not injustice they are marked for slaves I could say something else.
To serve the virtuous. For myself, I know Arch. We must obey,
Honours andgreat employments aregreat burdens, The time and our occasions; ruinous buildings, And must require an Atlas to support them. Whose bases and foundations are infirm,
He that would govern others, first should be Must use supporters : We are circled round The master of himself, richly endued With danger; o'er our heads with sail-stretched with depth of understanding, height of courage, wings
And those remarkable graces which I dare not Destruction hovers, and a cloud of mischief Ascribe unto myself. Ready to break upon us; no hope left us, Arch. Sir, empty men That may divert it, but our sleeping virtue, Are trumpets of iheir own deserts; but you.