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my heart,

Cleora. The immortal gods

The thing I was born, my lord ? Accept the meanest altars that are raised

Timag. The same wise thing.
By pure devotions; and sometimes prefer 'Slight, what a beast they have made thee !
An ounce of frankincense, honey or milk,

Africk never
Before whole hecatombs, or Sabæan gums, Produced the like.
Offered in ostentation.- Are you sick Aside. Asot. I think so : nor the land
Of your
old disease? I'll fit you.

Where apes and monkeys grow, like crabs and Leost. You seem moved.

walnuts Cleora. Zealous, I grant, in the defence of On the same tree. Not all the catalogue virtue.

Of conjurers or wise women, bound together, Why, good Leosthenes, though I endured Could have so soon transformed me, as my rasA penance for your sake above example,

cal I have not so far sold myself, I take it,

Did with his whip; For not in outside only, To be at your devotion, but I may

But in my own belief, I thought myself
Cherish desert in others wbere I find it. As perfect a baboon-
How would you tyrannize, if you

stood

posses Timag. An ass thou wert ever. sed of

Asot. And would have given one leg, with all That, which is only yours in expectation, 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 fa-
Durst not presume to ask : No; when the city

mished.
Bowed humbly to licentious rapes and lust, Timag. Indeed you're fallen away.
And when I was, of men and gods forsaken, Asot. Three years of feeding
Delivered to his power, he did not press me On cullises and jelly, though his cooks
To grace him with one look or syllable,

Lard all he eats with marrow, or his doctors Or urged the dispensation of an oath,

Pour in his mouth restoratives as he sleeps,
Made for your satisfaction. The poor wretch, Will not recover him.
Having related only his own sufferings,

Timag. But your ladyship looks
And kissed my hand, which I could not deny him, Sad on the matter, as if you had miss'd
Defending me from others, never since

Your ten-crown amber possets, good to smooth Solicited my favours.

The cutis, as you call it, and prepare you
Leost. Pray you, end;

Active, and high, for an afternoon's encounter The story does not please me.

With a rough gamester, on your couch. Fie Cleora. Well, take heed

on't! Of doubts and fears ;--for know, Leosthenes, You are grown thrifty, smell like other women; A greater injury cannot be offered

The college of physicians have not sat, To innocent chastity than unjust suspicion. As they were used, in council, how to fill I love Marullo's fair mind, not his person; The crannies in your cheeks, or raise a rampire Let that secure you. And I here command you, With mummy, ceruses, or infants' fat, If I have any power in you, to stand

To keep off age and time. Between him and all punishment, and oppose Coris. Pray you, forbear ; His temperance to his folly; if you fail

I am an alter'd woman. No more; I will not threaten.

[Erit. Timag. So it seems; Leost. What a bridge

A part of your honour's ruff stands out of rank Of glass I walk upon, over a river Of certain ruin! Mine own weighty fears Coris. No matter, I have other thoughts. Cracking what should support me! and those Timag. O strange! helps,

Not ten days since it would have vex'd you more Which confidence yields to others, are from me Than the loss of your good name: pity, this Ravished by doubts and wilful jealousy. [Erit.

For your proud itch came no sooner! Marry, SCENE IV.-Another Room in the same.

Olympia Enter TIMAGORAS, CLEON, Asotus, CORISCA,

Seems to bear up still.

Olymp. I complain not, sir ;
and OLYMPIA.

I have born my fortune patiently.
Cleon. But are you sure we're safe?

Timag. Thou wert ever
T'imag. You need not fear:

An excellent bearer; so is all your tribe,
They are all under guard, their fangs pared off: If you may choose your carriage.
The wounds their insolence gave you, to be cu-
red

Enter LEOSTHENES, and DIPHILUS, with a With the balm of your revenge.

guard Asot. And shall I be

Timog. How now, friend?

too.

cure

Looks our Cleora lovely ?

Leost. In my thoughts, sir.
Timag. But why this guard ?
Diph. It is Timoleon's pleasure;
The slaves have been examined, and confess,
Their riot took beginning from your house ;
And the first mover of them to rebellion,
Your slave Marullo.

Leost. Ha! I more than fear.
Timag. They may search boldly.

Enter TIMANDRA.
Timan. You are unmannered grooms
To pry into my lady's private lodgings;
There's no Marullos there.

Enter DIPHILUS with PISANDER.
Timag. Now I suspect too ;
Where found you him ?

Diph. Close hid in your sister's chamber.
Timag. Is that the villain's sanctuary?

Leost. This confirms
All she delivered, false.

Timag. But that I scorn
To rust my good sword in thy slavish blood,
Thou now wert dead.

Phi, He's more a slave than fortune
Or misery can make me, that insults

Upon unweaponed innocence.
Timag. Prate you, dog !

Pis. Curs snap at lions in the toil, whose looks
Frighted them, being free.

Timag. As a wild beast,
Drive him before you.

Pis. O divine Cleora!
Leost. Darest thou presume to name her?

Pis. Yes, and love her ;
And may say, have deserved her.

Timag. Stop his mouth;
Load him with irons too.

[Erit Guard with PISAND.
Cleon. I am deadly sick
To look on him.

Asot. If he get loose, I know it,
I

caper like an ape again—I feel
The whip already

Timan. This goes to my lady. (Aside.
Timag. Come, cheer you, sir ; we will urge his

punishment
To the full satisfaction of your anger.

Leost. He is not worth my thoughts. No cor-
In all the spacious rooms of my vexed heart,
But is filled with Cleora : and the rape
She has done upon her honour, with my wrong,
The heavy burthen of my sorrow's song. [Escunt.

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ACT V.

You are no more your own, nor mine, but must SCENE I.-A Room in ARCHIDAMUS's House. Resolve to serve and suffer his commands,

And not dispute them; ere it be too late,
Enter ARCHIDAMUS and CLEORA.

Consider it duly. I must to the senate.
Arch. Thou art thine own disposer. Were his

[Erit ARCH. honours

Cleora. I am much distracted; in Leosthenes And glories centupled, (as I must confess, I can find nothing justly to accuse, Leosthenes is most worthy) yet I will not,' But this excess of love, which I have studied However I may counsel, force affection. To cure with more than common means; yet still Cleora. It needs not, sir; I prize him to his It grows upon him. And, if I may call worth,

My sufferings merit, I stand bound to think on Nay, love him truly; yet would not live slaved Marullo's dangers ; though I save his life, To his jealous humours; since, by the hopes of His love is unrewarded. I confess, heaven,

Both have deserved me; yet of force must be
As I am free from violence, in a thought Unjust to one-such is my destiny.
I am not guilty.

Enter TIMANDRA.
Arch. "Tis believed, Cleora ;
And much the rather (our great gods be praised How now? whence flow these tears ?
for't,)

Timan. I have met, madam,
In that I find, beyond my hopes, no sign An object of such cruelty, as would force
Of riot in my house, but all things ordered A savage to compassion.
As if I had been present.

Cleoru. Speak! What is it?
Cleora. May that move you

Timan. Men pity beasts of rapine, if o'er. To pity poor Marullo!

matched, Arch." 'Tis my purpose

Though báited for their pleasure: but these monTo do him all the good I can, Cleora :

sters, But this offence, being against the state, Upon a man that can make no resistance, Must have a public trial. In the mean time, Are senseless in their tyranny. Let it be granted, Be careful of yourself, and stand engaged

Marullo is a slave, he's still a man ; No further to Leosthenes, than you may A capital offender, yet in justice Come off with honour : for, being once his wife, 1 Not to be tortured, till the judge pronounce

for ever.

His punishment.

By fair or foul play, what he ventured for, Cleora. Where is he?

To me is a riddle. Timan. Dragged to prison

Leost. Pray you, no more; already With more than barbarous violence; spurned and I have answered that objection, in my strong spit on

Assurance of her virtue.
By the insulting officers, his hands

Timag. 'Tis unfit, then,
Pinioned behind his back; loaden with fetters ; That I should press it farther.
Yet, with a saint-like patience, he still offers Timan. Mow I must
His face to their rude buffets.

Make in, or all is lost.
Cleorg. O my grieved soul!

(Rushes forward distractedly. By whose command ?

Timag. What would Timandra? Timan. It seems, my lord your brother's, Leost. How wild she looks! How is it with thy For he is a looker on: and it takes from

lady? Honoured Leosthenes to suffer it,

Timag. Collect thyself, and speak.
For his respect to you, whose name in vain Timan. As you are noble,
The grieved wretch loudly calls on.

Haye pity, or love piety.—Oh!
Cleora. By Diana,

Leost. Take breath. 'Tis base in both, and to their teeth P'll tell Timag. Out with it boldly. them

Timan. Oh! the best of ladies,
That I am wronged in it.

I fear, is gone
Timan. What will you do? [As going forth. Leost. Who, Cleora ?
Cleora. In person

Timag. Deliver, how. 'Sdeath, be a man, sir ! Visit and comfort him.

speak. Timan. That will bring fuel

Timan. Take it, then, in as many sighs as words. To the jealous fires, which burn too hot already My lady In lord Leosthenes.

Timag. What of her ?
Cleora. Let them consume him!

Timan. No sooner heard
I am mistress of myself. Where cruelty reigns, Marullo was imprisoned, but she fell
Theredwells nor love, nor honour. (Exit ČLEORA. Into a deadly swoon.
Timan. So! it works.

Timag. But she recovered?
Though hitherto I have run a desperate course Say so, or he will sink too :-hold, sir ! fie,
To serve my brother's purposes, now 'tis fit

This is unmanly.

Timon. Brought again to life, Enter LEOSTHENES and ŢIMAGORAS: But with much labour, she awhile stood silent, I study mine own ends. They come ;-assist me

Yet in that interim yented sighs, as if In these my undertakings, Love's great patron, They laboured, from the prison of her flesh, As my intents are honest!

To give her grieved soul freedom. On the sudden, Leost. 'Tis my fault :

Transported on the wings of rage and sorrow, Distrust of others springs, Timagoras,

She flew out of the house, and, unattended, From diffidence in ourselves. But I will strive,

Entered the common prison. With the assurance of my worth and merits,

Leost. This confirms To kill this monster, jealousy.

What but before I feared. Timag. 'Tis a guest,

Timan. There you may find her; In wisdom, never to be entertained

And, if you love her as a sisterOn trivial probabilities; but when

Timag. Damn her! He does appear in pregnant proofs, not fashioned Timan. Or you respect her safety, as a lover, By idle doubts and fears, to be received. Procure Marullo's liberty. They make their own horns that are too secure, Fimag. Iinpudence As well as such as give them growth and being Beyond expression ! From mere imagination. Though I prize

Leost. Shall I be a bawd Cleora's honour equal with mine own,

To her lust, and my dishonour ? And know what large additions of power

Timan. She'll run mad, else, This match brings to our family, I prefer Or do some violent act upon herself. Our friendship, and your peace of mind, so far My lord, her father, sensible of her sufferings, Above my own respects, or hers, that if Labours to gain his freedom. She hold not her true value in the test,

Leost. 0, the deyil! *Tis far from my ambition for her cure,

Has she bewitched him too? That you should wound yourself.

Timag. I'll hear no more. Timan. This argues for me. (Aside. Come, sir, we'll follow her; and if no persuaTimag. Why she should be so passionate for a

sion bondman,

Can make her take again her natural form, Falls not in compass of my understanding, Which by lust's powerful spell she has cast off, But for some nearer interest: or he raise This sword shall disenchant her. This mutiny, if he loved her (as, you say,

Lcost. O my

heart-strings ! She does confess he did,) but to enjoy,

(Exeunt LEOSTHENES and TIMAGORAS. VOL. I.

P

Timan. I knew it would take. Pardon me, Have I encountered!
fair Cleora,

Timag. I am blasted too:
Though I appear a traitress; which thou wilt do, Yet hear a little further.
In pity of my woes, when I make known

Pis. Could I expire now,
My lawful claim, and only seek mine own.

These white and innocent hands closing my eyes [Erit.

thus,

'Twere not to die, but in a heavenly dream SCENE II.-A Prison.

To be transported, without the help of Charon,

To the Elysian shades. You make me bold; Enter CLEORA, Jailor, and PISANDER.

And, but to wish such happiness, I fear, Cleora. There's for your privacy. Stay, un- May give offence. bind his hands.

Čleora. Nó; for believe it, Marullo, Jailor. I dare not, madam.

You've won so much upon me, that I know not Cleor. I will buy thy danger:

That happiness in my gift but you may challenge Take more gold;- do not troubleme with thanks, Leost. Are you yet satisfied? I do suppose it done.

[Erit Jailor Cleora. Nor can you wish Pis. My better angel

But what my vows will second, though it were Assumes this shape to comfort me, and wisely ; Your freedom first, and then in me full power Since, from the choice of all celestial figures, To make a second tender of myself, He could not take a visible form, so full And you receive the present. By this kiss Of glorious sweetness.

[Kneels. (From me a virgin bounty) I will practise Cleora. Rise-I am flesh and blood,

All arts for your deliverance; and, that purchaAnd do partake thy tortures.

sed, Pis. Can it be,

In what concerns your further aims, I speak it, That charity should persuade you to descend Do not despair, but hope. So far from your own height as to vouchsafe Timag. To have the hangman, To look upon my sufferings ! How I bless When he is married to the cross, in scorn My fetters now, and stand engaged to fortune To say, Gods give you joy! For my captivity—no, my freedom rather! Leost. But look on me,

(To CLEORA.
For who dare think that place a prison, which And be not too indulgent to your folly ;
You sanctify with your presence? Or believe, And then, but that grief stops my speech, ima-
Sorrow has power to use her sting on him,

gine
That is in your compassion armed, and made What language I should use.
Impregnable, though tyranny raise at once Cleora. Against thyself.
All engines to assault him?

Thy malice cannot reach me.
Cleora. Indeed virtue,

Timag. How? With which you have made evident proofs that Cleora. No, brother, you

Though you join in the dialogue to accuse me, Are strongly fortified, cannot fall, though shaken What I have done, I'll justify; and these faWith the shock of fierce temptations; but still

vours, triumphs

Which you presume will taint me in my honou, 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 nobler 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.
You throw away on me. Ten of these pearls Timag. The base villain
Were a large ransom to redeem a kingdom Shall never live to hear it.
From a consuming plague, or stop heaven's ven [Offers to stab PISANDER, CLEORA interposes.
geance,

Cleora. Murder! help!
Called down by crying sins, though at that instant | Through me you shall pass to him.
In dreadful fashes falling on the roofs
Of bold blasphemers. I am justly punished

Enter ARCHIDAMUS, DIPHILUS, and Officers. For my intent of violence to such pureness ;

Arch. What's the matter?
And all the torments flesh is sensible of, On whom is your sword drawn? Are

you A soft and gentle penance.

judge ? Cleora. Which is ended

Or else ambitious of the hangman's office In this your free confession.

Before it be designed you? You are bold too;

Unhand Enter LEOSTHENES and TIMAGORAS unseen.

my daughter.

Leost. She's my valour's prize. Leost. What an object

We do expect

Arch. With her consent, not otherwise. You He shall have favour. Bring him in unbound: may urge

[Exeunt Officers. Your title in the court; if it prove good, And, though Leosthenes may challenge from me, Possess her freely : Guard him safely off too. For his late worthy service, credit to T'imag. You'll hear me, sir?

All things he can alledge in his own cause, Arch. If you have aught to say,

Marullo (so I think you call his name)
Deliver it in public; all shall find

Shall find I do reserve one ear for him,
A just judge of Timoleon.
Diph. You must

Enter CLEON, Asotus, DIPAILUS, OLYMPIA, Of force now use your patience.

and CORISCA. [Ereunt ARCH. DIPH, and Guards. To let in mercy. Sit, and take your places : Timag. Vengeance rather!

The right of this fair virgin first determined,
Whirlwinds of rage possess me: you are wronged Your bondmen shall be censured.
Beyond a stoic's sufferance; yet you stand Cleon. With all rigour
As you were rooted.
Leost. I feel something here,

Cor. Tempered, I say, with mercy.
That boldly tells me, all the love and service
I pay Cleora is another's due,

Enter at one door LEOSTHENES and TIMAGOAnd therefore cannot prosper.

RAS; at the other, Officers with PISANDER Timag. Melancholy;

and TIMANDRA. Which now you must not yield to.

Timol. Your hand, Leosthenes : I cannot Leost. Tis apparent :

doubt, In fact your sister 's 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 (If without arrogance I may style them such) judge

Arm me from doubt and fear. Our friend, I fear not.

Timol. 'Tis nobly spoken. Leost. Something I shall say,

Nor be thou daunted (howsoe'er thy fortune But what

Has marked thee out a slave) to speak thy me Timag. Collect yourself as we walk thither.

rits : (Eseunt. For virtue, though in rags, may challenge more

Than vice, set off with all the trim of greatness
SCENE III.-The Court of Justice. Pis. I'd rather fall under so just a judge,

Than be acquitted by a man corrupt,
Enter TIMOLEON, ARCHIDAMUS, CLEORA, and And partial in his censure.
Officers.

Arch. Note his language; Timol. 'Tis wondrous strange ! nor can it fall It relishes of better breeding than within

His present state dares promise.
The reach of my belief, a slave should be

Timol. I observe it.-
The owner of a temperance, which this age Place the fair lady in the midst, that both,
Can hardly parallel in free-born lords,

Looking with covetous eyes upon the prize
Or kings, proud of their purple.

They are to plead for, may, from the fair object, Arch. 'Tis most true;

Teach Hermes eloquence. And, though at first it did appear a fable,

Leost. Am I fallen so low? All circumstances meet to give it credit; My birth, my honour, and, what's dearest to me, Which works so on me, that I am compelled My love, and witness of my love, my service, To be a suitor, not to be denied,

So undervalued, that I must contend He may have equal hearing.

With one, where my, excess of glory must Cleora. Sir, you graced me

Make his o'erthrow a conquest? Shall my fulness With the title of your mistress; but my fortune Supply defects in such a thing, that never Is so far distant from command, that I

Knew any thing but want and emptiness, Lay by the power you gave me, and plead hum- Give him a name, and keep it such, from this bly

Unequal competition? If my pride, For the preserver of my fame and honour. Or any bold assurance of my worth, And pray you, sir, in charity believe,

Has pluck'd this mountain of disgrace upon me, That, since I had ability of speech,

I'm justly punish’d, and submit; but if My tongue hath been so much inured to truth, I have been modest, and esteemed myself I know not how to lie.

More injured in the tribute of the praise, Timol. I'll rather doubt

Which no desert of mine, prized by self-love, The oracles of the gods, than question what. Ever exacted, may this cause and minute Your innocence delivers; and, as far

For ever be forgotten. I dwell long
As justice and mine honour can give way, Upon mine anger, and now turn to you,

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