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Leost. Why, lady, can you
They are all under guard; their fangs pared off: Be won to give allowance that your slave The wounds their insolence gave you, to be cured Should dare to love you?
With the balm of your revenge. Cleora. The immortal gods
Asot. And shall I be Accept the meanest altars that are raised The thing I was born, my
lord? By pure devotion; and sometimes prefer
Timag. The same wise thingAn ounce of frankincense, honey or milk, Slight, what a beast they have made thee! Before whole hecatombs, or Sabæan gums,
Africk never Offered in ostentation.- Are you sick (Aside. Produced the like. Of your old disease? I'll fit you.
Asot. I think so.-Nor the land Leost. You seem moved.
Where apes and monkeys grow, like crabs and Cleora. Zealous, I grant, in the defence of walnuts virtue.
On the same tree. Not all the catalogue Why, good Leosthenes, though I endured Of conjurers or wise women, bound together, A penance for your sake above example, Could have so soon transformed me, as my rascal I have not so far sold myself, I take it,
Did with his whip; Not in outside only,
But in my own belief, I thought myself
Asot. And would have given one leg, with all That, which is only yours in expectation,
my heart, That now prescribe such hard conditions to me? For good security to have been a man Leost. One kiss, and I am silenced.
After three lives, or one and twenty years, Cleora. I vouchsafe it;
Though I had died on crutches. Yet, I must tell you 'tis a favour that
Cleon. Never varlets Marullo, when I was his, not mine own, So triumphed o'er an old fat man-I was famished. Durst not presume to ask: No; when the city Timag. Indeed you are fallen away. Bowed humbly to licentious rapes and lust, Asot. Three years of feeding And when I was, of men and gods forsaken, On cullises and jelly, though his cooks Delivered to his power, he did not press me Lard all he eats with marrow, or his doctors To grace him with one look or syllable,
Pour in his mouth restoratives as he sleeps, Or urged the dispensation of
Will not recover him.
Looks our Cleora lovely?
Enter LEOSTHENES, and Diphilus, with Solicited my favours.
guard. Leost. Pray you end;
Leost. In my thoughts, sir. The story does not please me.
Timag. But why this guard ? Cleora. Well, take heed
Diph. It is Timoleon's pleasure; Of doubts and fears ;--for know, Leosthenes, The slaves have been examined, and confess, A greater injury cannot be offered
Their riot took beginning from your house; To innocent chastity than unjust suspicion. And the first mover of them to rebellion, I love Marullo's fair mind, not his person; Your slave Marullo. Let that secure you. And I here command you, Leost. Ha! I more than fearIf I have any power in you, to stand
Timag. They may search boldly.
[Erit. Timan. You are unmannered grooms Leost. What a bridge
To pry into my lady's private lodgings; Of glass I walk upon, over a river
There's no Marullos there. Of certain ruin! Mine own weighty fears
Enter Diphilus with Pisander. Cracking what should support me :--And those helps,
Timag. Now I suspect too; Which contidence yields to others, are from me Where found you him? Ravished by doubts and wilful jealousy. (Exit. Diph. Close hid in your sister's chamber. SCENE IV.
Timag. Is that the villain's sanctuary?
Leost. This confirms Enter Tıxagoras, Cleon, Asotus, CoRisca, All she delivered, false. and OLYMPIA.
T'imag. But that I scorn Cleon. But are you sure we're safe?
To rust my sword in thy slavish blood, Timag. You need not fear :
Thou now wert dead.
Pis. He's more a slave than fortune
To look on him. Or misery can make me, that insults
Asot. If he get loose, I know it, Upon unweaponed innocence.
I caper like an ape again—I feel Tezag. Prate, you dog!
The whip already. Pis. Curs snap at lions in the toil, whose looks Timan. This goes to my lady. [Aside. Frighted them, being free.
Timag. Come, cheer you, sir; we will
his Timag. As a wild beast,
punishment Drive him before you.
To the full satisfaction of your anger. Pis. O divine Cleora !
Leost. He is not worth iny thoughts. No corLeost. Darest thou presume to name her?
ner left Pis. Yes, and love her :
In all the spacious rooms of my vexed heart, And may say have deserved her.
But is filled with Cleora : and the rape Tunag. Stop his mouth :
She has done upon her honour, with my wrong, Load him with irons too.
The heavy burthen of my sorrow's song, [Erit guard with Pisand.
[Exeunt. Cleon. I am deadly sick
His love is unrewarded. I confess,
Both have deserved me; yet of force I must be Enter ARCHIDAMUS and CleoRA.
Unjust to one-such is my destiny. Arch. Thou art thine own disposer. Were his honours
Enter TIMANDRA. And glories centupled, (as I must confess, How now? whence flow these tears? Leosthenes is most worthy) yet I will not,
Timan. I have met, madam, However I may counsel, force affection.
An object of such cruelty, as would force Cleora. It needs not, sir; I prize him to his A savage to compassion. worth,
Cleora. Speak'! What is it? Nay, love him truly; yet would not live slaved Timan. Men pity beasts of rapine, if overTo his jealous humours : since, by the hopes of matched, heaven,
Though baited for their pleasure : but these monAs I am free from violence, in a thought
sters, I am not guilty.
Upon a man that can make no resistance, Arch. "Tis believed, Cleora ;
Are senseless in their tyranny. Let it be granted, And much the rather (our great gods be praised Marullo is a slave; he is still a man; for it)
A capital offender; yet in justice In that I find, beyond my hopes, no sign Not to be tortured, till the judge pronounce Of riot in my house, but all things ordered His punishment. As if I had been present.
Cleora. Where is he? Cleore. May that move you
Timan. Dragged to prison To pity poor Marullo.
With more than barbarous violence; spurned and Arch. Tis my purpose
spit on To do him all the good I can, Cleora :
By the insulting officers, his hands But this offence, being against the state,
Pinioned behind his back; loaden with fetters;
Cleora. O my grieved soul !
[Erit Arch. The grieved wretch loudly calls on.
'Tis base in both, and to their teeth I will tell But this excess of love, which I have studied
them To cure with more than common means; yet still That I am wronged in it. It grows upon him. And, if I may call
Timan. What will you
do? [As going forth, His sufferings merit, I stand bound to think on Cleora. In person Marullo's dangers; though I save his life. Visit and comfort him,
Timan. That will bring fuel
Leost. Who, Cleora? To the jealous fires, which burn too hot already Timag. Deliver, how. 'Sdeath, be a man, sir ! In lord Leosthenes.
speak. Cleora. Let them consume hiin!
Timan. Take it, then, in as many sighs as words:
Timan. No sooner heard
Timag. But she recovered?
Say so, or he will sink too: hold, sir! fie,
But with much labour, she awhile stood silent, Leost. 'Tis my fault.
Yet in that interim vented sighs, as if Distrust of others springs, Timagoras,
They laboured from the prison of her flesh, From diffidence in ourselves. But I will strive, To give her grieved soul freedom. On the sudden, With the assurance of my worth and merits, Transported on the wings of rage and sorrow, To kill this monster jealousy.
She flew out of the house, and, unattended, Timag. 'Tis a guest,
Entered the common prison. In wisdom, never to be entertained
Leost. This confirms On trivial probabilities; but when
What but before I feared. He does appear in pregnant proofs, not fashioned Timan. There you may find her; By idle doubts and fears, to be received. And, if you love her as a sisterThey make their own horns that are too secure, Timag. Damn her! As well as such as give them growth and being Timun. Or you respect her safety, as a lover, From mere imagination. Though I prize Procure Marullo's liberty. Cleora's honour equal with mine own;
Timog. Impudence And know what large additions of power Beyond expression ! This match brings to our family, I prefer
Leost. Shall I be a bawd Our friendship, and your peace of mind, so far To her lust and my dishonour? Above my own respects or hers, that if
Timan. She will run mad, else, She hold not her true value in the test,
Or do some violent act upon herself. 'Tis far from my ambition for her cyre, My lord, her father, sensible of her sufferings, That you should wound yourself.
Labours to gain his freedom. Timan. This argues for me.
[Aside. Leost. O, the devil ! T'imag. Why she should be so passionate for a Has she bewitched him too? bondman,
Timag. I will hear no more: Falls not in compass of my understanding, Come, sir, we will follow her; and if no persuaBut for some nearer interest; or he raise
sion This mutiny, if he loved her (as, you say, Can make her take again her natural form, She does confess he did), but to enjoy,
Which by lust's powerful spell she has cast off, By fair or foul play, what he ventured for, This sword shall disenchant her. To me is a riddle.
Leost. O my heart-strings ! Leost. I pray you, no more; already
[Excunt Leosthenes and Timagoras. I have answered that objection, in my strong
Timan. I knew it would take. Pardon me, Assurance of her virtue.
fair Cleora, Timag. 'Tis unfit, then,
Though I appear a traitoress; which thou wilt do, That I should press it farther.
In pity of my woes, when I make known Timan. Now I must
My lawful claim, and only seek mine own. [Erit. [Timandra steps out distractedly. Make in, or all is lost.
SCENE II.-A Prison.
Enter CLEOBA, Jailor, and Pisander. lady?
Cleora. There's for your privacy.--Stay, unTimag. Collect thyself and speak.
bind his hands. Timan. As you are noble,
Jailor. I dare not, madam. Have pity, or love pity. Oh!
Cleora. I will buy thy danger, Leost. Take breath.
Take more gold.--Do not trouble me with thanks: Timag. Out with it boldly.
I do suppose it done.
[Exit Jailor. Timan. Oh! the best of ladies,
Pis. My better angel I fear, is gone for ever.
Assumes this shape to comfort me, and wisely;
Since from the choice of all celestial figures, Cleora. Nor can you
wish He could not take a visible form, so full But what my vows will second, though it were Oi glorious sweetness.
[Kneels. Your freedom first, and then in me full power Clore. Rise-I am flesh and blood,
To make a second tender of myself, And do partake thy tortures.
And you receive the present. By this kiss Pis. Can it be?
(From me a virgin bounty) I will practise That charity should persuade you to descend All arts for your deliverance; and, that purchased, So far from your own height as to vouchsafe In what concerns your farther aims, I speak it, To look upon my sufferings! How I bless Do not despair, but hope. My fetters now, and stand engaged to fortune Timag. To have the hangman, For my captivity-no, my freedom rather! When he is married to the cross, in scorn For who dare think that place a prison, which To say, gods give you joy. You sanctity with your presence ? Or believe, Leost. But look on me,
[To Cleora. Sorrow has power to use her sting on him, And be not too indulgent to your folly; That is in your compassion armed, and made And then (but that grief stops my speech) imagine Impregnable, though tyranny raise at once What language I should use. Ali engines to assault him?
Cleora. Against thyself. Clevra. Indeed virtue,
Thy malice cannot reach me. With slich you have made evident proofs that Timag. How? you
Cleora. No, brother! Are strongly fortified, cannot fall, though shaken Though you join in the dialogue to accuse me, With the shock of fierce templations; but still What I have done, I'll justify; and these favours, triumphs
Which you presume will taint me in my honour, In spite of opposition. For myself,
Though jealousy use all her eyes to spy out I may endeavour to confirm your goodness, One stain in my behaviour, or envy (A sure retreat which never will deceive you) As many tongues to wound it, shall
appear And with unfeigned tears express my sorrow My best perfections. For, to the world, For what I cannot help
[Weeps. I can, in my defence, alledge such reasons, Pis. Do you weep for me?
As my accusers shall stand dumb to hear them;. 0! save that precious balm for noble uses ! When in his fetters this man's worth and virtues, I am unworthy of the smallest drop,
But truly told, shall shame your boasted glories, Which, in your prodigality of pity,
Which fortune claims a share in.
Cleora. Murder! help!
Enter ARCHIDAMUS, Diphilus, and officers
Or else ambitious of the hangman's office Cliora. Which is ended
Before it be designed you? You are bold too! In this your free confession.
Unhand my daughter.
Leost. She's my valour's prize. Enter LEOSTHENES and Truagoras unseen.
Arch. With her consent, not otherwise. You Leott. What an object
may urge Hare I encountered?
Your title in the court; if it prove good, Timag. I am blasted too !
Possess her freely: Guard him safely off
' too. Yet hear a little further.
Timay. You'll hear me, Sir? Pis. Could I expire now,
Arch. If you have aught to say, These wlute and innocent hands closing my eyes Deliver it in public; all shall find thus,
A just judge of Timoleon.
Diph. You must
[Exeunt Arch. Diph. and Guards. And, but to wish such happiness, I fear,
Timag. Vengeance rather! May give offence
Whirlwinds of rage possess me! you are wronged Člora. No, for believe it, Marullo,
Beyond a stoic's sufferance; yet you stand
Leost. I feel something here,
That boldly tells me all the love and service
I pay Cleora, is another's due,
Enter at one door LEOSTHENES and TIMAGORAS; And therefore cannot prosper.
at the other, Officers with PISANDER and TiTimag. Melancholy? Which now you must not yield to. Leost. "Tis apparent.
Timol. Your hand, Leosthenes : I cannot doubt, In fact your sister is innocent, however
You that have been victorious in the war, Changed by her violent will.
Should in a combat, fought with words, come off Timag. If you believe so,
But with assured triumph. Follow the chace still; and in open court
Leost. My deserts, sir, Plead your own interest. We shall find the judge (If without arrogance I may style them such) Our friend, I fear not.
Arm me from doubt and fear. Leost. Something I shall say,
Timol. 'Tis nobly spoken!. But what
Nor be thou daunted (howsoever thy fortune Timag. Collect yourself as we walk thither. Has marked thee out a slave) to speak thy mo
For virtue, though in rags, may challenge more SCENE III.-The Court of Justice. Than vice, set off with all the trim of greatness.
Pis. I'd rather fall under so just a judge, Enter TIMOLEON, ARCHIDAMUS, CLEora, and Than be acquitted by a man corrupt, Officers.
And partial in his censure. Timol. 'Tis wondrous strange! nor can it fall Arch. Note his language ! within
It relishes of better breeding than The reach of my belief, a slave should be His present state dare promise. The owner of a temperance, which this age
Timol. I observe it. Can hardly parallel in free-born lords,
Place the fair lady in the midst, that both, Or kings, proud of their purple.
Looking with covctous eyes upon the prize Arch. 'Tis most true;
They are to plead for, may, from the fair object, And, though at first it did appear a fable, Teach Hermes eloquence. All circumstances meet to give it credit;
Leost. Am I fallen so low? Which works so on me, that I am compelled My birth, my honour, and, what is dearest to me, To be a suitor, not to be denied,
My love, and witness of my love, my service, He may have equal hearing.
So undervalued, that I must contend Cleora. Sir, you graced me
With one, where my excess of glory must With the title of your mistress : but my fortune Make his overthrow a conquest ? Shall my fulIs so far distant from command, that I Lay by the power you gave me, and plead hum- Supply detects in such a thing, that nerer bly
Knew any thing but want and emptiness, For the preserver of
fame and honour; Give him a name, and keep it such, from this And pray you, sir, in charity believe,
Unequal competition? If my pride, That, since I had ability of speech,
Or any bold assurance of my worth, My tongue hath been so much inured to truth, Has plucked this mountain of disgrace upon me, I know not how to lie.
I'm justly punished, and submit; but if T'imol. I'll rather doubt
I have been modest, and esteemed myself The oracles of the gods, than question what More injured in the tribute of the praise, Your innocence delivers; and, as far
Which no desert of mine, prized by self-love, As justice with mine honour can give way, Ever exacted : may this cause and minute He shall have favour. Bring him in unbound : For ever be forgotten. I dwell long
[Ereunt Officers. Upon mine anger, and now turn to you, And, though Leosthenes may challenge from me, Ungrateful fair one; and, since you are such, For his late worthy service, credit to
'Tis lawful for me to proclaim myself, All things he can alledge in his own cause, And what I have deserved. Marullo (so I think you call his name)
Cleora. Neglect and scorn Shall find I do reserve an ear for him,
From me, for this proud vaunt.
Leost. You nourish, lady, Enter Cleon, Asotus, DIPhilus, OLYMPIA,
Your own dishonour in this harsh reply, and CORISCA.
And almost prove, what some hold of your sex, To let in mercy. Sit, and take your places : You're all made up of passion : For, if reason The right of this fair virgin first determined, Or judgment could find entertainment with you, Your bondmen shall be censured.
Or that you would distinguish of the objects Cleon. With all rigour
You look on in a true giass, not seduced We do expect
By the false light of your too violent will, Cor. Tempered, I say, with mercy.
I should not need to plead for that wlrich you