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Or sense of pity, have killed my little dog, Be swallowed up, remember who I am,
And broke my monkey's chain.

Whose daughter, and whose sister; or, suppose Eros. They rifled me :

That is forgot too, let the name of Cæsar But that I could endure, and tire them too, (Which nations quake at) stop thy desperate madWould they proceed no further.

ness Ars. Oh, my sister!

From running headlong on to thy confusion. Eros. My queen, my mistress !

Throw from thee quickly those rebellious arms, Ars. Can you stand unmoved, when

And let me read submission in thine eyes; The earthquake of rebellion shakes the city, Thy wrongs to us we will not only pardon, And the court trembles ?

But be a ready advocate to plead for thee Cleo. Yes, Arsinoe,

To Cæsar and my brother. And with a masculine constancy deride

Pho. Plead my pardon! Fortune's worst malice, as a servant to

To you I bow.; but scorn as much to stoop thus My virtues, not a mistress : Then we forsake To Ptolomy, to Cæsar, nay the gods, The strong fort of ourselves, when we once yield, As to put off the figure of a man, Or shrink at her assaults; I'm still myself, And change my essence with a sensual beast : And though disrobed of sovereignty, and ravished All my designs, my counsels, and dark ends, Of ceremonious duty, that attends it :

Were aimed to purchase you. Nay, grant they had slaved my body, my

free Cleo, How durst thou, being mind,

The scorn of baseness, nourish such a thought! Like to the palm-tree walling fruitful Nile, Pho. They, that have power, are royal; and Shall grow up straighter, and enlarge itself,

those base, Spite of the envious weight that loads it with. That live at the devotion of another. Think of thy birth, Arsinoe ; common burdens What birth gave Ptolomy, or fortune Cæsar, Fit common shoulders : Teach the multitude, By engines fashioned in this Protean anvil, By suffering nobly what they fear to touch at, I have made mine ; and only stoop at you, The greatness of thiy mind does soar a pitch, Whom I would still preserve free, to command me. Their dim eyes, darkned by their narrow souls, For Cæsar's frowns, they are below my thoughts; Cannot arrive at.

And, but in these fair eyes I still have read Ars. I am new created,

The story of a supreme monarchy, And owe this second being to you, best sister; To which all hearts, with mine, gladly pay triFor now I feel you have infused into me

bute, Part of your fortitude.

Photinus' name had long since been as great Eros. I still am fearful:

As Ptolomy's e'er was, or Cæsar's is. I dare not tell a lie: You, that were born This made me, as a weaker tie, to unloose Daughters and sisters unto kings, may nourish The knot of loyalty, that chained my freedom, Great thoughts, which I, that am your humble And slight the fear, that Cæsar's threats might handmaid,

cause; Must not presume to rival.

That I and they might see no sun appear, Cleo. Yet, my Eros,

But Cleopatra, in the Egyptian sphere. Though thou hast profited nothing by observing Cleo. Oh, giant-like ambition, married to The whole course of my life, learn in my death, Cymerian darkness ! Inconsiderate fool! Though not to equal, yet to imitate,

Though flatter'd with self-love, could'st thou beThy fearless mistress.

lieve,

Were all crowns on the earth made into one, Enter PHOTINUS.

And that, by kings, set on thy head; all sceptres Eros. Oh, a man in arms !

Within thy grasp, and laid down'at my feet, His weapon drawn too!

I would vouchsafe to kiss a no-man?
Cleo. Though upon the point

A gelded eunuch?
Death sat, I'll meet it, and out-dare the danger. Pho. Fairest, that makes for me,
Pho. Keep the watch strong; and guard the And shews it is no sensual appetite,
passage sure,

But true love to the greatness of thy spirit, That leads unto the sea.

That, when that you are mine, shall yield me pleaCleo. What sea of rudeness Breaks in upon us? or what subject's breath Hymen, tho' blessing a new married pair, Dare raise a storm, when we command a calm ? Shall blush to think on, and our certain issue, Are duty and obedience fled to heaven,

The glorious splendor of dread majesty; And, in their room, ambition and pride

Whose beams shall dazzle Rome, and awe the Sent into Egypt? That face speaks thee Photinus,

world.
A thing, thy mother brought into the world My wants in that kind others shall supply,
My brother's and my slave: But thy behaviour, And I give way to't.
Opposed to that, an insolent intruder

Cleo. Baser than thy birth!
Upon that sovereignty, thou shouldst bow to! Can there be gods and hear this, and no thunder
If'in the gulph of base ingratitude,

Ram thee into the earth! All loyalty to Ptolomy the king

Pho. They are asleep,

sures

scorns

BELLA,

And cannot hear thee? Or, with open eyes " Yielding a chearful music. We showered darts Did Jove look on us, I would laugh and swear Upon them, but in vain ; they reached their ships, That his artillery is cloyed by me :

And in their safety we are sunk; for Cæsar Or, if that they have power to hurt, his bolts Prepares for war. Are in my hand.

Pho. How fell the king? Cleo. Most impious!

Achil. Unable
Pko. They are dreams,

To follow Cæsar, he was trod to death
Religious fools shake at. Yet to assure thee, By the pursuers, and with him the priest
If Nemesis, that scourges pride and scorn, Of Isis, good Achoreus.
Be any thing but a name, she lives in me; Ars. May the earth
For, by myself (an oath to me more dreadful Lie gently on their ashes !
Than Styx is to your gods) weak Ptolomy dead,

Pho. I feel now,
And Cæsar, both being in my toil, remov'd, That there are powers above us ; and that 'tis not
The poorest rascals that are in my camp.

Within the searching policies of man
Shall, in my presence, quench their lustful heat To alter their decrees.,
In thee, and young Arsinoe, while I laugh

Cleo. I laugh at thee!
To hear you howl in vain. I deride those gods, Where are thy threats now, fool? thy scoffs and
That you think can protect you !
Cleo. To prevent thee,

Against the gods? I see calamity In that I am the mistress of my fate,

Is the best mistress of religion, So hope I of my sister : to confirm it,

And can convert an atheist. [Shout within. I spit at thee, and scorn thee!

Pho. Oh, they come! Pho. I will tame

Mountains fall on me! Oh, for him to die, That haughty courage, and make it stoop too. That placed his heaven on earth, is an assurance Cleo. Never!

Of his descent to hell! Where shall I hide me? I was born to command, and I will die so. The greatest daring to a man dishonest,

Is but a bastard courage, ever fainting. [Erit. Enter ACHILLAS, and Soldiers, with the body of PTOLOMY.

Enter CÆSAR, SCEVA, ANTONY, and DOLAPho. The king dead? This is a fair entrance to Our future happiness.

Cæsar. Look on your Cæsar ! banish fear, my Ars. Oh, my dear brother!

fairest; Cleo. Weep not, Arsinoe, (common women do You now are safe! so)

Sce. By Venus, not a kiss Nor lose a tear for him; it cannot help him 'Till our work be done! The traitors once disBut study to die nobly.

patched, Pho. Cæsar fled ?

To it, and we'll cry aim. 'Tis deadly aconite to my cold heart;

Cæsar. I will be speedy. It choaks my vital spirits! Where was your care?

[Ereunt CÆSAR and train. Did the guards sleep?

Cleo. Farewell again Arsinoe! How now, Achil. He roused them with his sword;

Eros? (We talk of Mars, but I am sure his courage

Ever faint-hearted ? Admits of no comparison but itself !)

Eros. But that I am assured And, as inspired by him, his following friends, Your excellency can command the general, With such a confidence as young eaglets prey, I fear the soldiers, for they look as if Under the large wing of their fiercer dam, They would be nibbling too. Brake throughourtroops, and scattered them. He Cleo. He is all honour; went on,

Nor do I now repent me of my favours, But still pursued by us : When, on the sudden, Nor can I think nature e'er made a woman, He turned his head, and from his eyes flew terror, That in her prime deserved him. Which struck in us no less fear and amazement, Than if we had encounter'd with the lightning,

Enter CÆSAR, SCEVA, ANTONY, DOLABELLA, Hurled from Jove's cloudy brow.

and Soldiers, with the heads. Cleo. 'Twas like my Cæsar!

Ars. He's come back. Achil. We fallen back, he made on; and, as Cæsar. Pursue no further; curb the soldiers'

fury ! Had parted from us with his dreadful looks, See, beauteous mistress, their accursed heads, Again we followed : But, got near the sea, That did conspire against us. On which his navy anchored, in one hand Sce. Furies plague them! Holding a scroll he had above the waves, They had too fair an end, to die like soldiers : And in the other grasping fast his sword, Pompey fell by the sword; the cross or halter As it had been a trident forged by Vulcan Should have dispatched them. To calm the raging ocean, he made away,

Cæsar. All's but death, good Sceva; As if he had been Neptune ; his friends, like Be therefore satisfied. And now, my dearest, So many Tritons, followed, their bold shouts Look upon Cæsar, as he still appeared,

our fear

A conqueror! And, this unfortunate king
Entombed with honour, we'll to Rome, where

Cæsar
Will shew he can give kingdoms; for the senate,

Thy brother dead, shall willingly decree
The crown of Egypt, that was his,

to thee.
(Exeunt omnes.

EPILOGUE.

I Now should wish another had my place, I would beg further, gentlemen, and much say
But that I hope to come off, and with grace; I'th' favour of ourselves, them, and the play,
And, but express some sign that you are pleas’d, Did I not rest assur'd, the most I see
We of our doubts, they of their fears, are eas'd. I Hate impudence, and cherish modesty.

THE

BONDMAN.

BY

MASSINGER.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

GRACCULO,

MEN.

TIMAGORAS, the son of Archidamus. TIMOLEON, the general of Corinth.

CIMBRIO,

} bondmen. ARCHIDAMUS, the Prætor of Syracusa.

A Jailor,
DIPHILUS, a senator of Syracusa.
Cleon, a fat impotent lord.

WOMEN. PISANDER (disguised) a gentleman of Thebes, CLEORA, Daughter of Archidamus. named Marullo.

CORISCA, a proud wanton lady, wife to Cleon. POLIPHRON (disguised) friend to Pisander. OLYMPIA, a rich widow. LEOSTHENES, a gentleman of Syracusa, ena- STATILIA, 'sister to Pisander, slade to Cleora, mnoured of Cleora.

and named Timandra, Asotus, a foolish lover, and the son of Cleon. ZANTHIA, slave to Corisca.

Other Slaves, Officers, Senators.

SCENE,-Syracuse and the adjacent country.

ACT I.

cuse.

That has the strongest arm and sharpest sword, SCENE I.—The Camp of Timoleon near Syra- I'd court Bellona in her horrid trim,

As if she were a mistress, and bless fortune

That offers my young valour to the proof, Enter TIMAGORAS and LEOSTHENES.

How much I dare do for your sister's love. Timag. Why should you droop, Leosthenes, or But, when that I consider how averse despair

Your noble father, great Archidamus, My sister's favour? What, before, you purchased Is, and hath ever been, to my desires, By courtship, and fair language, in these wars Reason may warrant me to doubt and fear, (For, from her soul, you know, she loves a soldier) What seeds soever I sow in these wars You may deserve by action.

Of noble courage, his determinate will Leost. Good Timagoras,

May blast, and give my harvest to another, When I have said my friend, think all is spoken That ne'er toiled for it.

may assure me yours; and pray you, believe, Timag. Prithee, do not nourish The dreadful voice of war, that shakes the city, These jealous thoughts; I'm thine, and, pardon The thundering threats of Carthage, nor their army,

Though I repeat it, that Timagoras Raised to make good those threats, affright not That, for thy sake, when the bold Theban sued,

Far-famed Pisander, for my sister's love, If fair Cleora were confirmed his prize,

Sent him disgraced and discontented home;

That

me

me.

I wrought my father then; and I, that stopped not You take no pity on me; I shall swoon
In the career of my affection to thee,

As soon as you are absent; ask my man else, When that renowned worthy, that brought with You know he dares not tell a lie. him

Grac. Indeed, High birth, wealth, courage, as fee'd advocates You are no sooner out of sight, but she To mediate for him, never will consent, Does feel strange qualms; then sends for her you A fool, that only has the shape of man,

doctor, Asotus, though he e rich Cleon's heir, Who ministers physic to her on her back, Shall bear her from thee.

Her ladyship lying as she were entranced: Leost. In that trust I love.

(I've peep'd in at the key-hole, and obserd Timag. Which never shall deceive you.

them :)

And sure his potions never fail to work,
Enter PISANDER.

For she's so pleasant in the taking them,
Pis. Sir, the general,

She tickles again. Timoleon, by his trumpets hath given warning

Coris. And all's to make you merry For a remove.

When you come home. Timag. 'Tis well; provide my horse.

Cleon. You flatter me; I'm old, Pis. I shall, sir.

E.rit PISANDER. And wisdom cries, Beware. Leost. This slave has a strange aspect ?

Coris. Old, duck! to me Timag. Fit for his fortune; 'tis a strong limbed You are a young Adonis. knave;

Grac. Well said, Venus;
My father bought him for my sister's litter. I am sure she Vulcan's him.
O pride of women! Coaches are too common; Coris. I will not change thee
They surfeit in the happiness of peace,

For twenty boisterous young things without And ladies think they keep not state enough,

beards. If, for their pomp and ease, they are not borne These bristles give the gentlest titillations, In triumph on mens' shoulders.

And such a sweet dew flows on them, it cures Leost. Who commands

My lips without pomatum. Here's a round belly! The Carthaginian fleet?

'Tis a down pillow to my back; I sleep Timag. Gisco's their admiral,

So quietly by it: and this tunable nose, And, 'tis our happiness, a raw young fellow, Faith, when you hear it not, affords such music, One never trained in arms, but rather fashioned That I curse all night-fiddlers. To tilt with ladies lips than crack a lance,

Grac. This is gross. Ravish a feather from a mistress' fan,

Not find she flouts him! And wear it as a favour. A steel helmet,

Coris. As I live, I'm jealous. Made horrid with a glorious plume, will crack Cleon. Jealous of me, wife? His woman's neck.

Coris. Yes; and I have reason ; Leo. No more of him.-The motives

Knowing how lusty and active a man you are. That Corinth gives us aid?

Cleon. Hum, hum! Timag. The common danger :

Grac. This is no cunning quean ! 'slight, she For Sicily being on fire, she is not safe;

will make him It being apparent that ambitious Carthage, To think that, like a stag, he has cast his horns, (That to enlarge her empire strives to fasten And is grown young again. An unjust gripe on us, that live free lords

Coris. You have forgot Of Syracusa) will not end, till Greece

What you did in your sleep, and, when you Acknowledge her their sovereign.

waked, Leost. I'm satisfied.

Called for a caudle. What think you of our general ?

Grac. It was in his sleep; Timag. He is a man

For, waking, I durst trust my mother with him. Of strange and reserved parts; but a great soldier. Coris

. I long to see the man of war: Cleora, (A Trumpet sounds. Archidamus' daughter, goes, and rich Olympia ; His trumpets call us ; I'll forbear his character: I will not miss the show. To-morrow, in the senate-house, at large

Cleon. There's no contending: He will express himself.

For this time I am pleased, but I'll no more on't. Leost. I'll follow you. [Ereunt.

[Ereunt. SCENE II.-Syracuse. Aroom in CLEON's House. SCENE III.-The Senate House.

Enter CLEON, CORISCA, and GRACCULO. Enter ARCHIDAMUS, CLEON, DIPHILUS, OLYMCoris. Nay, good chuck.

PIA, CORISCA, CLEORA, and ŽANTHIA. Cleon. I've said it; stay at home.

Arch. So careless we have been, my noble lards, I cannot brook your gadding; you're a fair one, In the disposing of our own affairs, Beauty invites temptations, and short heels And ignorant in the art of government, Are soon tripp'd up.

That now we need a stranger to instruct us. Coris. Deny me! by my honour,

Yet we are happy that our neighbour Corinth

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