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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 him!
Timan. Take it, then, in as many sighs as words:
Timan. No sooner heard
T'imag. But she recovered ?
Say so, or he will sink too: hold, sir ! fie,
This is unmanly.
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 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
What but before I feared.
And, if you love her as a sister-
Timag. 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 cure,
My lord, her father, sensible of her sufferings, That you should wound yourself.
Labours to gain his freedom. Timan. This argues for me.
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 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 riddie.
Leost. O my heart-strings ! Leost. I pray you, no more; already
[Ereunt 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 Cleora, Jailor, and PISANDER. lady?
Cleora. There's for your privacy. Stay, unTimag. Collect thyself and speak.
bind his hands. Timan. As you are noble,
Juilor. 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.
[Erit 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
[Kneels. Your freedoin first, and then in me full power Cleora. 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 sanctify 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. All engines to assault him?
Cleora. Against thyself. Cleora. Indeed virtue,
Thy malice cannot reach me. With which you have made evident proofs that T'imag. How?
Cleora. No, brother! Are strongly fortified, cannot fall, though shaken Though you join in the dialogue to accuse me, With the shock of fierce temptations; 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, You throw away on me.
Ten of these pearls Timag. The base villain
Cleora. Murder! help!
Enter ARCHIDAMUS, DIPhilus, and officers. For my intent of violence to such pureness;
Arch. What's the matter? And all the torinents flesh is sensible of, On whom is your sword drawn? Are you a judge ? A soft and gentle penance.
Or else ambitious of the hangman's Office Cleora. 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 LEOSTIENES and TimAGORAS unseen.
Arch. With her consent, not otherwise. You Leost. What an object
may urge Have 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 anght to say, These white and innocent hands closing my eyes Deliver it in public; all shall find thus,
A just judge of Timoleon.
[Erennt Arch. Diph, and Guards. And, but to wish such happiness, I fear,
Timag. Vengeance rather ! Mav give offence
Whirlwinds of rage possess you are wronged Cleora. No, for beliere it. Marullo,
Beyond a stoic's sufferance; yet you stand
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 apparerit.
T’imol. 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 me
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 TINOLEON, 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 covetous 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;
Lcost. 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 ful Is so far distant from command, that I Lay by the power you gave me, and plead hum- Supply defects in such a thing, that never bly
Knew any thing but want and emptiness, For the preserver of my 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 Timol. 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 barsh 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 glass, 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 which you
With joy should offer.-Is my high birth a ble- | Retaining still the clearness of the spring, mish?
From whence it took beginning, may be thought Or does my wealth, which all the vain expence, Worthy acceptance; then I dare rise up, Of women cannot waste, breed loathing in you? And tell this gay man to his teeth, The honours, I can call mine own, thought scan- Durst doubt her constancy, that like a rock dals?
Beats off temptations, as that mocks the fury Am I deformed, or, for my father's sins, Of the proud waves; nor from my jealous fears Mulcted by Nature? If you interpret these Question that goodness, to which, as an altar As crimes, 'tis fit I should yield up myself, Of all perfection, he, that truly loves, Most miserably guilty; But, perhaps,
Should rather bring a sacrifice of service, (Which yet I would not credit) you have seen Than raze it with the engines of suspicion; This gallant pitch the bar, or bear a burden Of which, when he can wash an Ethiop white, Would crack the shoulders of a weaker bondman; Leosthenes may hope to free himself; Or any other boisterous exercise,
But, till then, never. Assuring a strong back, to satisfy
Timag. Bold, presumptuous villain ! Your loose desires, insatiate as the grave.
Pis. I will go farther, and make good upon him, Cleora. You are foul-mouthed.
In the pride of all his honours, birth and fortunes, Arch. Ill-mannered too.
He's more unworthy than myself. Leost. I speak
Leost. Thou liest. In the way of supposition, and entreat you, Timag. Confute him with a whip, and, the With all the fervour of a constant lover,
doubt decided, That you would free yourself from these asper- Punish him with a halter. sions,
Pis. O the gods! Or any imputation black-tongued slander My ribs, though made of brass, cannot contain Could throw on your unspotted virgin whiteness; My heart, swoln big with rage--The lie! A To which there is no easier way, than by
[Plucks off his disguise. Vouchsafing him your favour; him, to whom, Let fury then disperse these clouds, in which Next to the general, and to the gods,
I long have masked, disguised; that, when they The country owes her safety.
know Temag. Are you stupid?"
Whom they have injured, they may faint with 'Slight, leap into his arms, and there ask pardon
horror Oh! you expect your slave's reply; no doubt Of my revenge, which, wretched men ! expect, We shall have a fine oration; I will teach As sure as fate, to suffer ! My spaniel to howl in sweeter language,
Lcost. Ha! Pisander? And keep a better method.
Timag. 'Tis the bold Theban! Arch. You forget
Asot. There's no hope for me then! The dignity of the place.
I thought I should have put in for a share, Diph. Silence!
And borne Cleora from them both: But now, Timol. Speak boldly.
This stranger looks so terrible, that I dare not Pis. 'Tis your authority gires me a tongue;
So much as look on her. I should be dumb else; and I am secure,
Pis. Now, as myself, I cannot clothe my thoughts, and just defence, Thy equal at thy best, Leosthenes. — In such an abject phrase, but 'twill appear For you, Timagoras, praise heaven you were born Equal, if not above, my low condition.
Cleora's brother, 'tis your safest armour. I need no bombast language, stolen from such But I lose time.-The base lie cast upon me, As make nobility from prodigious terms
I thus return. Thou art a perjured man, The hearers understand not; I bring with me False and perfidious, and hast made a tender No wealth to boast of, neither can I number Of love and service to this lady, when Uncertain fortune's favours with my merits: Thy soul (if thou hast any) can bear witness, I dare not force affection, or presume
That thou wert not thine own. For proof of this, To censure her discretion, that looks on me Look better on this virgin, and consider, As a weak man, and not her fancy's idol. This Persian shape laid by, and she appearing How I have loved, and how much I have suf- In a Greckish dress, such as when first you saw
fered, And with what pleasure undergone the burthen If she resemble not Pisander's sister, Of my ambitious hopes (in aiming at
One called Statilia ? The glad possession of a happiness,
Leost. 'Tis the same! my guilt The abstract of all goodness in mankind
So chokes my spirits, I cannot deny Can at no part deserve), with my confession My falsehood, nor excuse it. Of inine own wants, is all that can plead for me. Pis. This is she, But if that pure desire, not blended with To whom thou wert contracted: This is the lady, Foul thoughts, that like a river keeps his course, That, when thou wert my prisoner, fairly taken
In the Spartan war, that begged thy liberty, I was preparing for defence elsewhere,
Timol. Bring them in;
And, though you have given me power, 1 do etiTo make me reparation in mine honour; And then I am most happy.
Such as have undergone their insolence, Pis. The wrong done her
It may not be offensive, though I study Drew me from Thebes with a full intent to kill Pity more than revenge. thee:
Cor. 'Twill best become you. But this fair object met me in my fury,
Cleon. I must consent.
To be revenged liereafter.
Enter GRACCULO, CIMBR10, POLIPHRON, Zax: All quaint devices) prompted me to treat
THIA and the other slaves, with halters about With a friend of mine, who as a pirate sold me
their necks. For a slave to you, my lord, and gave my sister Grac. Give me leave; As a present to Cleora.
I'll speak for all. Timol. Strange meanders !
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 But, if so far descending from the height We are prepared for hanging, and confess Of my then flourishing fortunes, to the lowest We have deserved it. Our most humble suit is, Condition of a man, to have means only
We may not twice be executed. To feed my eye with the sight of what I honoured; Timol, Twice? How mean'st thou? The dangers too I underwent; the suffering; Grac. At the gallows first, and after in a balThe clearness of my interest, may deserve
lad, A noble recompence in your lawful favour; Sung to some villainous tune. There are tenNow 'tis apparent that Leosthenes
groat rhymers Can claim no interest in you, you may please About the town grown fat on these occasions.To think upon my service.
Let but a chapel fall, or a street be fired, Cleora. Sir, my want
A foolish lover hang himself for pure love, Of power to satisfy so great a debt,
any such like accident, and before Makes me accuse my fortune; but if that, They are cold in their graves, some damned ditOut of the bounty of your mind, you think
ty's made, A free surrender of myself full payment, Which makes their ghosts walk.—Let the state I gladly tender it.
take order Arch. With my consent too,
For the redress of this abuse, recording All injuries forgotten.
'Twas done by my advice, and for my part, T'imag. I will study,
I'll cut as clean a caper from the ladder
T'imol. Yet I think
You would shew more activity, to delight
Grac. O! I would dance
Obedient and humble? Then after, as you please, determine of me. Grac. As his spaniel, I found their natures apt to mutiny
Though he kicked me for exercise; and the like From your too cruel usage, and made trial I promise for all the rest. How far they might be wrought on: to instruct Timol. Rise then, you have it. you
All Slaves. Timoleon! Timoleon ! To look with more prevention and care,
Timol. Cease these clamours. To what they may hereafter undertake And now, the war being ended to our wishes, Upon the like occasions—The hurt's little And such as want the pilgrimage of love, They have committed, nor was ever cure Happy in full fruition of their hopes, But with some pain effected. I confess, 'Tis lawful, thanks paid to the powers divine, In hope to force a grant of fair Cleora
To drown our cares in honest mirth and wine. I urged them to defend the town against vou:
(Ereunt. Nor had the terror of your whips, but that