With joy should offer.-Is my high birth a ble- | Retaining still the clearness of the spring, mish? Or does my wealth, which all the vain expence Am I deformed, or, for my father's sins, Your loose desires, insatiate as the grave. In the way of supposition, and entreat you, That you would free yourself from these asper sons, Or any imputation black-tongued slander Tunag. Are you stupid? 'Slight, leap into his arms, and there ask pardon- Arch. You forget The dignity of the place. Diph. Silence! Timol. Speak boldly. Pis. Tis your authority gives me a tongue; And with what pleasure undergone the burthen Of mine own wants, is all that can plead for me. Foul thoughts, that like a river keeps his course, From whence it took beginning, may be thought Timag. Bold, presumptuous villain ! Pis. I will go farther, and make good upon him, In the pride of all his honours, birth and fortunes, He's more unworthy than myself. Leost. Thou liest. Timag. Confute him with a whip, and, the doubt decided, Punish him with a halter. Pis. O the gods! My ribs, though made of brass, cannot contain My heart, swoln big with rage-The lie! A whip! [Plucks off his disguise. Let fury then disperse these clouds, in which I long have masked, disguised; that, when they know Whom they have injured, they may faint with horror Of my revenge, which, wretched men! expect, As sure as fate, to suffer! Lcost. Ha! Pisander? Timag. 'Tis the bold Theban! Asot. There's no hope for me then! I thought I should have put in for a share, And borne Cleora from them both: But now, This stranger looks so terrible, that I dare not So much as look on her. Pis. Now, as myself, Thy equal at thy best, Leosthenes. For you, Timagoras, praise heaven you were born If she resemble not Pisander's sister, Leost. 'Tis the same! my guilt Pis. This is she, To whom thou wert contracted: This is the lady, That, when thou wert my prisoner, fairly taken In the Spartan war, that begged thy liberty, And with it gave herself to thee, ungrateful! Timan. No more, sir, I entreat you: I ceive True sorrow in his looks, and a consent To make me reparation in mine honour; And then I am most happy. Pis. The wrong done her I was preparing for defence elsewhere, And, though you have given me power, I do en treat Such as have undergone their insolence, It may not be offensive, though I study Drew me from Thebes with a full intent to kill Pity more than revenge. thee: But this fair object met me in my fury, And quite disarmed me. Being denied to have her By you, my lord Archidamus, and not able Timol. Strange meanders! Čor. "Twill best become you. Asot. For me, I'll find a tine To be revenged hereafter. Enter GRACCULO, CIMBRIO, POLIPHRON, ZAN◄ THIA and the other slaves, with halters about their necks. Grac. Give me leave; I'll speak for all. Timol. What canst thou say, to hinder Pis. There how I bare myself needs no rela- The course of justice? tion. Grac. Nothing. You may see We are prepared for hanging, and confess Timol. Twice? How mean'st thou ? Grac. At the gallows first, and after in a ballad, Sung to some villainous tune. There are tengroat rhymers About the town grown fat on these occasions.— Or any such like accident, and before They are cold in their graves, some damned ditty's made, Which makes their ghosts walk.-Let the state take order For the redress of this abuse, recording Timol. Yet I think You would shew more activity, to delight Your master for a pardon. Grac. O! I would dance As I were all air and fire. Timol. And ever be Obedient and humble? Grac. As his spaniel, Though he kicked me for exercise; and the like I promise for all the rest. Timol. Rise then, you have it. All Slaves. Timoleon! Timoleon! And now, the war being ended to our wishes, [Ereunt. SCENE I. ACT I.. Enter CHARALOIS with a paper, RoMONT and CHARMI. Charmi. SIR, I may move the court to serve your will; But therein shall both wrong you and myself. Charmi. Because I am familiar With what will be their answer: They will say, Rom. You know not, sir, How, in this cause, they may dispense with law, And therefore frame not you their answer for them, But do your part. Charini. I love the cause so well, That I could run the hazard of a check for it. Charmi. Some of the bench that watch to give it, Rom. Now you are noble. Charmi. I shall deserve this better yet, in giving My lord some counsel (if he please to hear it) Rom. What may it be, sir? Charmi. That it would please his lordship, as the presidents And counsellors of court come by, to stand Enter ROCHFORT and DU CROY. my lord, In giving up the place you hold in court, Roch. Yes, to the shame of this ungrateful That such a master in the art of war, The sum he took up for the general good, Rom. Dare you ever hope for like opportunity? Roch. My wish bring comfort to you. [Exeunt Rochfort and Du Croy. Rom. This obstinate spleen, You think becomes your sorrow, and sorts well With your black suits: But, grant me wit or judgment, And, by the freedom of an honest man, No, though the ribbons help, have power to work them To what you would: For those that had no eyes Char. If they will not, They are too old to learn, and I too young tures With the most savage beast? Blest, blest be ever The memory of that happy age, when justice Had no guards to keep off wronged innocence From flying to her succours, and, in that, Assurance of redress: Whereas now, Romont, The damned with more ease may ascend from hell, Than we arrive at her. One Cerberus there Forbids the passage; in our courts a thousand, As loud and fertile-headed; and the client, Rom. Would I were not! But, sir! you have a cause, a cause so just, Char. And to these can I become a suitor? Would you consider, that, to gain their favours, Make sacrifice of gold, poets of wit, And men religious part with fame and goodness. Be therefore won to use the means that may Advance your pious ends. Char. You shall o'ercome. Rom. And you receive the glory. Pray you now practise. 'Tis well. Enter Old NoVALL, LILADAM, and three Char. Not look on me! Rom. You must have patience-Offer it again. Char. And be again contemned! Nov. I know what's to be done. 1 Cred. And, that your lordship Will please to do your knowledge, we offer first Our thankful hearts here, as a bounteous earnest To what we will add. Nov. One word more of this, I am your enemy. Am I a man, Your bribes can work on? Ha? Lilad. Friends! you mistake The way to win my lord; he must not hear this, Nov. 'Tis well. Lilad. Observe him now. Nov. Your cause being good, and your proceedings so, Without corruption I am your friend; 2 Cred. Oh, they are charitable; The marshal stood engaged unto us three, Two hundred thousand crowns, which by his death We are defeated of. For which great loss We aim at nothing but his rotten flesh; Nor is that cruelty. 1 Cred. I have a son That talks of nothing but of guns and armour, Nor. You shew in it A father's care. I have a son myself,- He should take of it too. Sir, what are you? Noe. So are many that rake dunghills. Rom. Yes, as the matter may be carried; and whereby To manage the conveyance-Follow him. Lilad. Look upon me better; Are these the ensigns of so coarse a fellow? Rom. Out, rogue! do not I know [Kicks him. These glorious weeds spring from the sordid dunghill Of thy officious baseness? Wert thou worthy I would do more than this,-more, you courtspider! Lilad. But that this man is lawless, he should find Enter ROCH FORT, NOVALL, sen. CHARMI, Du CROY, advocates, BEAUMONT, officers, and three presidents. Du Croy. Your lordship is seated. May this meeting prove Prosperous to us, and to the general good of Burgundy. Nov. sen. Speak to the point! With honour to dispose the place and power |