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FROM THE SAME.
Be pleased I may speak in my own dear cause, Marble, hew'd for the temples of the gods,
The great work ended, were dismiss'd, and fed (I have loved truly, cannot say deserved,
At the public cost ; nay, faithful dogs have found Since duty must not take the name of merit,) Their sepulchres ; but man, to man more cruel, That I so far prize your content, before
Appoints no end to the sufferings of his slave; All blessings that my hope can fashion to me, Since pride stepp'd in and riot, and o'erturn’d That willingly I entertain despair,
This goodly frame of concord, teaching masters And, for your sake, embrace it : for I know, To glory in the abuse of such as are [ful, This opportunity lost, by no endeavour
Brought under their command; who, grown unuseThe like can be recover'd. To conclude,
Are less esteem'd than beasts.—This you have Forget not that I lose myself to save you :
practised, For what can I expect but death and torture, Practised on us with rigour ; this hath forced us The war being ended ? and, what is a task To shake our heavy yokes off ; and, if redress Would trouble Hercules to undertake,
Of these just grievances be not granted us, I do deny you to mysell, to give you,
We'll right ourselves, and by strong hand defend A pure unspotted present, to my rival.
What we are now possess'd of.
LEOSTHENES'S RETURN TO CLEORA.
offers her hand to PISANDER. T'imand. See, she kneels;
Timandra (the attendant of Cleora). You are And seems to call upon the gods to pay
welcome, sir. The debt she owes your virtue : to perform which,
Leost. Thou givest it in a heavy tone. As a sure pledge of friendship, she vouchsafes you
Timand. Alas! sir,
We have so long fed on the bread of sorrow,
Drinking the bitter water of afflictions,
Comfort 's a stranger to us. From all disturbance; and when you are sated
Leost. Fears ! your sufferings :With thinking of Leosthenes, as a fee
For which I am so overgone with grief,
I dare not ask, without compassionate tears,
For being train’d up in chastity's cold school, PISANDER HOLDING A PARLEY WITH THE
And taught by such a mistress as Cleora, CHIEFS OF SYRACUSE, AT THE HEAD OF
"Twere impious in me to think Timandra THE INSURGENTS.
Fell with her own consent.
Timand. How mean you, fell, sir ?
I understand you not. Pisan. BRIEFLY thus, then,
Leost. I would thou didst not, Since I must speak for all ; your tyranny Or that I could not read upon thy face, Drew us from our obedience. Happy those times In blushing characters, the story of When lords were styled fathers of families, Libidinous rape : confess it, for you stand not And not imperious masters ! when they number'd Accountable for a sin, against whose strength Their servants almost equal with their sons,
Your o'ermatch'd innocence could make no resistOr one degree beneath them ! when their labours Under which odds, I know, Cleora fell too, [ance; Were cherish'd and rewarded, and a period Heaven's help in vain invoked ; the amazed sun Set to their sufferings ; when they did not press Hiding his face behind a mask of clouds, Their duties or their wills beyond the power Not daring to look on it! In her sufferings And strength of their performance!allthings order’a All sorrow's comprehended : what Timandra, With such decorum as wise lawmakers,
Or the city, bas endured, her loss consider'd, From each well-govern'd private house derived Deserves not to be named. The perfect model of a commonwealth.
Timand. Pray you, do not bring, sir, Humanity then lodged in the hearts of ven, In the chimeras of your jealous fears, And thankful masters carefully provided
New monsters to affright us. For creatures wanting reason. The noble horse, Leost. 0, Timandra, That, in his fiery youth, from his wide nostrils That I had faith enough but to believe thee ! Neigh'd courage to his rider, and brake through I should receive it with a joy beyond Groves of opposed pikes, bearing his lord Assurance of Elysian shades hereafter, Safe to triumphant victory ; old or wounded, Or all the blessings, in this life, a mother Was set at liberty, and freed from service. Could wish her children crown'd with ;-but I The Athenian mules, that from the quarry drew Credit impossibilities; yet I strive (must not
FROM THE SAME.
To find out that whose knowledge is a curse,
Timand. You are unworthy
[Kneels. Timand. Nay, she deserves The bending of your heart ; that, to content you, Has kept a vow, the breach of which a vestal, Though the infringing it had call’d upon her A living funeral, must of force have shrunk at. No danger could compel her to dispense with Her cruel penance, though hot lust came arm’d To seize upon her; when one look or accent Might have redeem'd her.
Leost. Might ! O do not show me A beam of comfort, and straight take it from me. The means by which she was freed? speak, 0 speak
Timand. Free her from her oath ;
[Unbinds her eyes.
Cleo. I forgive you.
By force, I mean, for in your will I free you,
Cleo. I restore
Leost. Miracle of virtue ! One pause more, I beseech you ; I am like A man whose vital spirits consumed and wasted With a long and tedious fever, unto whom Too much of a strong cordial, at once taken, Brings death, and not restores him. Yet I cannot Fix here; but must inquire the man to whom I stand indebted for a benefit, Which to requite at full, though in this hand I grasp all sceptres the world's empire bows to, Would leave me a poor bankrupt. Name him, lady; If of a mean estate, I'll gladly part with My utmost fortunes to him ; but if noble, In thankful duty study how to serve him ; Or if of higher rank, erect him altars, And as a god adore him.
Cleo. If that goodness, And noble temperance, the queen of virtues, Bridling rebellious passions, to whose sway Such as have conquer'd nations have lived slaves, Did ever wing great minds to fly to heaven, He, that preserved mine honour, may hope boldly To fill a seat among the gods, and shake off Our frail corruption.
Cleo. Or if ever
Leost. You do describe a wonder.
Cleo. Which will increase, when you shall unHe was a lover.
[derstand Leost. Not yours, lady?
Cleo. Yes ; Loved me, Leosthenes: nay more, so doated, (If e'er affections scorning gross desires May without wrong be styled so,) that he durst not With an immodest syllable or look, In fear it might take from me, whom he made The object of his better part, discover I was the saint he sued to.
Leost. A rare temper !
Cleo. I cannot speak it to the worth: all praise
Leost. You conceal still
Cleo. 'Tis Marullo,
Leost. Ha, ha, ha!
FROM THE BONDMAN.
Act V. SCENE III.-The Court of Justice.
Enter TTMOLEON, ARCHIDAMUS, CLEORA, and Officers. Leost. Do you call
Timol. 'Tis wondrous strange! nor can it fall What was his duty, merit ?
The reach of my belief, a slave should be (within Cleo. Yes, and place it
The owner of a temperance which this age As high in my esteem as all the honours
Can hardly parallel in freeborn lords, Descended from your ancestors, or the glory,
Or kings proud of their purple. Which you may call your own, got in this action,
Archid. "Tis most true; In which, I must confess, you have done nobly,
And though at first it did appear a fable, And I could add, as I desired, but that
All circumstances meet to give it credit ; I fear 'twould make you proud.
Which works so on me, that I am compell’a Leost. Why, lady, can you
To be a suitor, not to be denied,
He Be won to give allowance that your slave
have equal hearing. Should dare to love you?
Cleo. Sir you graced me,
With the title of your mistress; but Cleo. The immortal gods
my fortune Accept the meanest altars that are raised
Is so far distant from command, that I By pure devotions; and sometimes prefer
Lay by the power you gave me, and plead humbly An ounce of frankincense, honey or milk,
For the preserver of my fame and honour. Before whole hecatombs, or Sabean gums,
And pray you, sir, in charity believe, Offer'd in ostentation..Are you sick
That since I had ability of speech, of your old disease ? I'll fit you.
[ Aside. My tongue has been so much inured to truth,
I know not how to lie.
Timol. I'll rather doubt
The oracles of the gods than question what
Your innocence delivers ; and, as far
As justice and mine honour can give way,
He shall have favour. Bring him in unbound:
(Exeunt Officers. Cherish desert in others, where I find it..
And though Leosthenes may challenge from me, How would you tyrannise, if you stood possess'd of That which is only yours in expectation,
For his late worthy service, credit to That now prescribe such hard conditions to me?
All things he can allege in his own cause,
Marullo, so, I think, you call his name,
Shall find I do reserve one ear for him,
[Enter CLEON, Asotus, DIPHILUS, OLYMPIA, and Corisca. Marullo, when I was his, not mine own,
To let in mercy. Sit and take your places ; Durst not presume to ask : no; when the city
The right of this fair virgin first determined, Bow'd humbly to licentious rapes and lust,
Your bondmen shall be censured. And when I was of men and gods forsaken,
Cleon. With all rigour, Deliver'd to his power, he did not press me
We do expect. To grace him with one look or syllable,
Coris. Temper’d, I say, with mercy. Or urged the dispensation of an oath
Enter at one door LEOSTHENES and TIMAGORAS; at the Made for your satisfaction :—the poor wretch,
other, Officers with PISANDER and TIMANDRA. Having related only his own sufferings,
Timol. Your hand, Leosthenes: I cannot doubt, And kiss'd my hand, which I could not deny him, You, that have been victorious in the war, Defending me from others, never since
Should, in a combat fought with words, come off Solicited my favours.
But with assured triumph. Leost. Pray you, end ;
Leost. My deserts, sir, The story does not please me.
If, without arrogance, I may style them such, Cleo. Well, take heed
Arm me from doubt and fear. i Of doubts and fears ;-for know, Leosthenes, Timol. 'Tis nobly spoken. . A greater injury cannot be offer'd
Nor be thou daunted (howsoe'er thy fortune To innocent chastity, than unjust suspicion. Has mark’d thee out a slave) to speak thy merits: I lore Marullo's fair mind, not his person; For virtue, though in rags, may challenge more Let that secure you. And I here command you, Than vice set off with all the trim of greatness. If I have any power in you, to stand
Pisan. I had rather fall under so just a judge, Between him and all punishment, and oppose Than be acquitted by a man corrupt | His temperance to his folly; if you fail
And partial in his censure. ! No more ; I will not threaten.
Archid. Note his language ;
It relishes of better breeding than
To which there is no easier way, than by His present state dares promise.
Vouchsafing him your favour ; him, to whom Timol, I observe it.
Next to the general, and the gods and fautors, Place the fair lady in the midst, that both, The country owes her safety. Looking with covetous eyes upon the prize
T'imag. Are you stupid ? They are to plead for, may, from the fair object, Slight ! leap into his arms, and there ask pardonTeach Hermes eloquence.
Oh ! you expect your slave's reply ; no doubt Leost. Am I fallen so low?
We shall have a fine oration ! I will teach
My spaniel to howl in sweeter language,
Archid. You forget
The dignity of the place.
Timol. [To Pisander.] Speak boldly.
Pisan. 'Tis your authority gives me a tongue, Give him a name, and keep it such, from this I should be dumb else ; and I am secure, Unequal competition ? If my pride,
I cannot clothe my thoughts, and just defence, Or any bold assurance of my worth,
In such an abject phrase, but "twill appear
I need no bombast language, stolen from such I have been modest, and esteem'd myself
As make nobility from prodigious terms More injured in the tribute of the praise,
The hearers understand not ; I bring with me Which no desert of mine, prized by self-love, No wealth to boast of, neither can I number Ever exacted, may this cause and minute
Uncertain fortune's favours with my merits; For ever be forgotten. I dwell long
I dare not force affection, or presume Upon mine anger, and now turn to you,
To censure her discretion, that looks on me Ungrateful fair one; and, since you are such, As a weak man, and not her fancy's idol. 'Tis lawful for me to proclaim myself,
How I have loved, and how much I have suffer'd, And what I have deserved.
And with what pleasure undergone the burthen Cleo. Neglect and scorn
Of my ambitious hopes, (in aiming at From me, for this proud vaunt.
The glad possession of a happiness, Leost. You nourish, lady,
The abstract of all goodness in mankind Your own dishonour in this harsh reply,
Can at no part deserve,) with my confession And almost prove what some hold of your sex ; Of mine own wants, is all that can plead for me. You are all made up of passion : for if reason But if that pure desires, not blended with Or judgment could find entertainment with you, Foul thoughts, that, like a river, keeps his course, Or that you would distinguish of the objects Retaining still the clearness of the spring You look on, in a true glass, not seduced
From whence it took beginning, may be thought By the false light of your too violent will,
Worthy acceptance ; then I dare rise up, I should not need to plead for that which you And tell this gay man to his teeth, i never With joy should offer. Is my high birth a blemish? Durst doubt her constancy, that, like a rock, Or does my wealth, which all the vain expense Beats off temptations, as that mocks the fury Of women cannot waste, breed loathing in you, Of the proud waves ; nor, from my jealous fears, The honours I can call mine own thoughts, scandals? | Question that goodness to which, as an altar Am I deform’d, or, for my father's sins,
Of all perfection, he that truly loved Mulcted by nature ? If you interpret these Should rather bring a sacrifice of service, As crimes, 'tis fit I should yield up myself Than raze it with the engines of suspicion : Most miserably guilty. But, perhaps,
Of which, when he can wash an Æthiop white, (Which yet I would not credit,) you have seen Leosthenes may hope to free himself ; This gallant pitch the bar, or bear a burden But, till then, never. Would crack the shoulders of a weaker bondman; Timag. Bold, presumptuous villain ! [him, Or any other boisterous exercise,
Pisan. I will go further, and make good upon Assuring a strong back to satisfy
l'the pride of all his honours, birth, and fortunes, Your loose desires, insatiate as the grave.
He's more unworthy than myself. Cleo. You are foul-mouth'd.
Leost. Thou liest. Archid. Ill-manner'd too. ,
T'imag. Confute him with a whip, and, the doubt Leost. I speak
Punish him with a halter.
[decided, In the way of supposition, and entreat you,
Pisan. O the gods ! With all the fervour of a constant lover,
My ribs, though made of brass, cannot contain That you would free yourself froin these aspersions, My heart, swollen big with rage. The lie !-a Or any imputation black-tongued slander
whip!Could throw on your unspotted virgin whiteness : Let fury then disperse these clouds, in which
I long have muciu disguised ! [Throws off his dis Cleo. Sir, my want guise. ) that, when they know
Of power to satisfy so great a debt, Whom they have injured, they may faint with Makes me accuse my fortune ; but if that, horror
Out of the bounty of your mind, you think
I gladly tender it.
Asot. There's no hope for me then :
FROM “ THE GREAT DUKE OF FLORENCE."
of Lidia, the daughter of his tutor Charomonte. Pisan. Now as myself, Thy equal at thy best, Leosthenes.
Persons.-CHAROMONTE; CONTARINO, the Duke's Secretary;
GIOVANNI; and LIDIA.
Char. This acknowledgment
Enter LIDIA. I thus return : Thou art a perjured man,
Binds me your debtor ever.-Here comes one False, and perfidious, and hast made a tender In whose sad looks you easily may read Of love and service to this lady, when
What her heart suffers, in that she is forced Thy soul, if thou hast any, can bear witness,
To take her last leave of you. That thou were not thine own: for proof of this,
Cont. As I live, Look better on this virgin, and consider,
A beauty without parallel !
Lid. Must you go, then,
Giov. There's no evasion, Lidia,
To gain the least delay, though I would buy it Leost. 'Tis the same ! my guilt
At any rate. Greatness, with private men So chokes my spirits, I cannot deny
Esteem'd a blessing, is to me a curse ; My falsehood, nor excuse it.
And we, whom, for our high births, they conclude Pisan. This is she,
The only freemen, are the only slaves. To whom thou wert contracted : this the lady, Happy the golden mean ! had I been born That, when thou wert my prisoner, fairly taken In a poor sordid cottage, not nursed up In the Spartan war, that begy'd thy liberty, With expectation to command a court, And with it gave herself to thee, ungrateful ! I might, like such of your condition, sweetest, Statil. No more, Sir, I entreat you : I perceive
Have ta'en a safe and middle course, and not, True sorrow in his looks, and a consent
As I am now, against my choice, compellid To make me reparation in mine honour;
Or to lie grovelling on the earth, or raised And then I am most happy.
So high upon the pinnacles of state, Pisan. The wrong done her
That I must either keep my height with danger, Drew me from Thebes, with a full intent to kill Or fall with certain ruin. But this fair object met me in my fury, [thee: Lid. Your own goodness And quite disarm’d me. Being denied to have her, Will be your faithful guard. By you, my lord Archidamus, and not able
Giov. 0, Lidia. To live far from her ; love, the mistress of
Cont. So passionate ! All quaint devices, prompted me to treat
Giov. For, had I been your equal, With a friend of mine, who, as a pirate, sold me I might have seen and liked with mine own eyes, For a slave to you, my lord, and gave my sister And not, as now, with others; I might still, As a present to Cleora.
And without observation, or envy, Timol. Strange meanders !
As I have done, continued my delights Pisan. There how I bare myself, needs no rela With you, that are alone, in my esteem, But, if so far descending from the height [tion, The abstract of society : we might walk Of my then flourishing fortunes, to the lowest In solitary groves, or in choice gardens ; Condition of a man, to have means only
From the variety of curious flowers [ To feed my eye with the sight of what I honoured; Contemplate nature's workmanship, and wonders;
The dangers too I underwent, the sufferings : And then, for change, near to the murmur of
In my imagination conceive
Of angels sing above their Maker's praises.