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Or sense of pity, have killed my little dog, Be swallowed up, remember who I am,
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.
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?
A gelded eunuch?
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,
Cleo. Baser than thy birth!
Ram thee into the earth! All loyalty to Ptolomy the king
Pho. They are asleep,
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!
To follow Cæsar, he was trod to death
Pho. I feel now,
Within the searching policies of man
Cleo. I laugh at 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,
A conqueror! And, this unfortunate king
Thy brother dead, shall willingly decree
I Now should wish another had my place, I would beg further, gentlemen, and much say
TIMAGORAS, the son of Archidamus. TIMOLEON, the general of Corinth.
} bondmen. ARCHIDAMUS, the Prætor of Syracusa.
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.
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;
I wrought my father then; and I, that stopped not You take no pity on me; I shall swoon
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.
And sure his potions never fail to work,
For she's so pleasant in the taking them,
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;
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