Since she did give herself to these fond arms! To tell her my sad breast is tortured, rack'd, My pangs, nor silence my remorse! Thou too, Mine ears Distracted, ring with sounds of " perjury!" To be withheld by goblin fears; my pride "I'm sorry for it?" - No: the die is cast. [Exit. ACT II. SCENE I.. A Grove. Woodland Scenery. LYSANDER and PERDICEAS. LYSANDER. Did'st mark how tamely the proud tyrant bore My keen reproach? With all his boasted pride, cheek? That told us of a mind not much at ease. PERDICEAS. Truly I did, and trembled at thy boldness! Procles comes, To shake his chains from off her. Fills all the tyrant's soul. She gives him welcome Aims at the throne, and, with the throne, Melissa! LYSANDER. Why, this is well; but, hark, he comes! [Shouts behind the Scenes. C Enter PROCLES, with Citizens bearing Flags, Long live Procles! мов. PROCLES. Thanks, good people. In me Behold your friend, and city's willing guardian. - His powers to me. I'll use it to your profit. See that your strict obedience to my orders Proves your loyalty and love. - Give now full scope To social revelry; but, look ye, Make this indulgence no pretence for rioting, Away, sirs, And let no clamour rude attend your steps. [Exeunt Mob, shouting "Long live Periander!" Long live Procles!" 66 PROCLES, turning to LYSANDER AND PERDICEas. Sirs! methinks you join not in the welcome. Why stand ye thus in silence and aghast? Why bend your brows thus sternly? Know ye not I come invited. come to save ye from And would enslave us, breaking his plighted oath! PROCLES. Thou dost but dream. He is thy lawful monarch. LYSANDER. We seek our freedom, and demand no king. PROCLES, looking at the Paper, (aside.) This will do - Extended power Melissa's Charms! Blest chance! hail thee. (Aloud.) I'll think on this; but I must coolly act, Nor hastily condemn my absent friend. LYSANDER. We thank thee, sir; and fear not the result. [Exeunt LYSANDER and PERDICEAS. PROCLES (after a Pause). His wife, too! Men will talk of honesty! Of trusting faith!- Pshaw-nurses' tales-no more! It leads to power. If on his fall I rise, 'Tis destiny alone must take the blame. 'Tis plain, to conquest I am call'd; and must All weaker feelings now resign — but then, Nay, she shall comply.` (Looks at the Paper.) Rebellious dogs! Ye must be made my stepping-stone to power. Love and power – or death and what? no matter. [Exit musing. SCENE II. Garden - Sunrise-Fountain playing. MELISSA and HELENA. HELENA. Forgive me if I say, my honour'd dame, This grief indulged but ill becomes the wife Of Corinth's king. How would he grieve to see MELISSA. Oh, Helena! this heavy heart will break. 'Tis filled with pale affright, and direful thoughts. Can I be patient, when rebellion lifts |