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By a few private men, the public coffers Or tear it from your throats : Adorn your walls Hollow with want; and they, that will not With Persian hangings wrought of gold and pearl ; spare

Cover the floors on which they are to tread, One talent for the common good, to feed With costly Median silks ; perfume the rooms The pride and bravery of their wives, consume With cassia and amber, where they are In plate, in jewels, and superfluous slaves, To feast and revel, while, like servile grooms, What would maintain an army.

You wait upon their trenchers; feed their eyes Cor. Have at us !

With massy plate, until your cupboards crack Olym. We thought we were forgot.

With the weight that they sustain; set forth Cleora. But it appears

your wives You will be treated of.

And daughters in as many varied shapes Timol. Yet in this plenty,

As there are nations, to provoke their lusts, And fat of peace, your young men ne'er were And let them be embraced before your eyes, trained

The object may content you; and, to perfect In martial discipline, and your ships unrigged Their entertainment, offer up your sons, Rot in the harbour : no defence prepared, And able men, for slaves; while you, that are But thought unuseful; as if that the gods, Unfit for labour, are spurned out to starve, Indulgent to your sloth, had granted you Unpitied, in some desert, no friend by, A perpetuity of pride and pleasure,

Whose sorrow may spare one compassionate tear, No change feared or expected. Now you find In the remembrance of what once you were. That Carthage, looking on your stupid sleeps, Leost. The blood turns. And dull security, was invited to

Timay. Observe how old Cleon shakes, Invade your territories.

As if in picture he had shown him what Arch. You've made us see, sir,

He was to suffer. To our shame, the country's sickness: Now Cor. I am sick; the man from you,

Speaks poniards and diseases. As from a careful and a wise physician,

Olymp. Oh! my doctor! We do expect the cure.

I never shall recover. Timol, Old festered sores

Cleora. If a virgin, [Coming forward. Must be lanced to the quick and cauterized: Whose speech was ever yet ushered with fear; Which borne with patience, after I'll apply One knowing modesty and humble silence Soft unguents: For the maintenance of the war To be the choicest ornaments of our sex, It is decreed all monies in the hand

In the presence of so many reverend men, Of private men, shall instantly be brought Struck dumb with terror and astonishment, To the public treasury.

Presume to clothe her thought in vocal sounds, Timog. This bites sore.

Let her find pardon. First, to you, great sir ! Cleon. The cure

A bashful maid's thanks, and her zealous prayers Is worse than the disease; I'll never yield to it: Winged with pure innocence bearing them to What could the enemy, though victorious,

Inflict more on us? All that my youth had toiled For all prosperity that the gods can give

To one whose piety must exact their care,
Purchased with industry, and preserved with care, Thus low I offer.
Forced from me in a moment !

Timol. 'Tis a happy omen.
Diph. This rough course

Rise, blest one, and speak boldly: On my virtue Will never be allowed of.

I am thy warrant, from so clear a spring Timol. O blind men !

Sweet rivers ever flow.
If you refuse the first means that is offered

Cleora. Then thus to you,
To give you health, no hope's left to recover My noble father, and these lords, to whom
Your desperate sickness." Do you prize your I next owe duty; no respect forgotten

To you, my brother, and these bold young men
Above your liberties; and rather choose (Such I would have them) that are, or should be,
To be made bondmen, than to part with that The city's sword and target of defence ;
To which already you are slaves ? Or can it To all of you I speak; and if a blush
Be probable in your flattering apprehensions, Steal on my cheeks, it is shown to reprove
You can capitulate with the conqueror,

Your paleness (willingly I would not say And keep that yours which they come to possess, Your cowardice or fear). Think you all treasure And, while you kneel in vain, will ravish from Hid in the bowels of the earth, or shipwrecked you?

In Neptune's watry kingdom, can hold weight, But take your own ways; brood upon your gold, When liberty and honour fill one scale, Sacrifice to your idol, and preserve

Triumphant justice sitting on the beam ? The prey entire, and merit the report

Or dare you but imagine that your gold is Of careful stewards : Yield a just account Too dear a salary for such as hazard To your proud masters, who with whips of iron Their blood and lives in your defence? For me, Will force you to give up what you conceal, An ignorant girl, bear witness, heaven! so far

I prize a soldier, that, to give him pay,

To touch at what is noble: if you think them With such devotion as our Flamens offer Unworthy to taste of those cates you feed on, Their sacrifices at the holy altar,

Or wear such costly garments, will you grant I do lay down these jewels, will make sale

them Of my superfluous wardrobe, to supply

The privilege and prerogative of great minds, The meanest of their wants.

Which you were born to ? Honour won in war, Timol, Brave masculine spirit!

And to be styled preservers of their country, Diph. We are shown, to our shame, what we Are titles fit for free and generous spirits, in honour

And not for bondmen. Had I been born a Should have taught others.

man, Arch. Such a fair example

And such ne'er-dying glories made the prize Must needs be followed.

To bold heroic courage, by Diana, Timag. Ever my dear sister,

I would not to my brother, nay, my father, But now our family's glory.

Be bribed to part with the least piece of honour Leost. Were she deformed,

I should gain in this action.
The virtues of her mind would force a stoick Timol. She's inspired,
To sue to be her servant.

Or in her speaks the genius of your country, Cleon. I must yield;

To fire your blood in her defence: I am rapped And, though my heart-blood part with it, I will With the imagination.-Noble maid, Deliver in my wealth.

Timoleon is your soldier, and will sweat Asot. I would say som something;

Drops of his best blood, but he will bring home But, the truth is, I know not what.

Triumphant conquest to you. Let me wear T'imol. We have money ;

Your colours, lady; and, though youthful heats, And men must now be thought on.

That look no farther than your outward form, Arch. We can press

Are long since buried in me, while I live, Of labourers in the.country (men inured

I am a constant lover of your mind, To cold and heat) ten thousand.

That does transcend all precedents. Diph. Or, if need be,

Cleora. 'Tis an honour, (Gives her scarf. Inrol our slaves, lusty and able varlets,

And so I do receive it. And fit for service.

Cor. Plague upon it! Cleon. They shall go for me;

She has got the start of us : I could even burst I will not pay and fight too.

With envy at her fortune. Cleora. How! your slaves ?

Olym. A raw young thing! O stain of honour! Once more, sir, your pardon; We've too much tongue sometimes, our husbands And to their shames let me deliver what

say ; I know in justice you may speak.

And she outstrip us ! Timol. Most gladly:

Leost. I am for the journey. I could not wish my thoughts a better organ Timag. May all diseases sloth and letchery Than your tongue to express them.

bring, Cleora. Are you men?


upon him that stays at home! (For age may qualify, though not excuse,

Arch. Though old, The backwardness of these) able young men ?

I will be there in person. Yet, now your country's liberty's at the stake; Diph. So will I. Honour and glorious triumph made the garland Methinks I am not what I was: Her words For such as dare deserve them; a rich feast Have made me younger by a score of years, Prepared by Victory, of immortal viands, Than I was when I came hither. Not for base men, but such as with their swords Cleo. I am still Dare force admittance, and will be her guests; Old Cleon, fat and unwieldy; I shall never And can you coldly suffer such rewards Make a good soldier, and therefore desire To be proposed to labourers and slaves ? To be excused at home. While you, that are born noble (to whom these, Aso. 'Tis my suit too: Valued at their best rate, are next to horses, I am a gristle, and these spider fingers Or other beasts of carriage) cry aim !

Will never hold a sword. Let us alone Like idle lookers on, till their proud worth To rule the slaves at home, I can so yerk them; Make them become your masters ?

But in my conscience I shall never prove Timol. By my hopes,

Good justice in the war. There's fire and spirit enough in this to make Timol. Have your desires; Thersites valiant.

You would be burdens to us, no way aids. Cleora, No; far, far be it from you:

Lead, fairest, to the temple; first we'll pay Let these of meaner quality contend,

A sacrifice to the gods for good success: Who can endure most labour; plow the earth, For all great actions the wished course do run, And think they are rewarded when their sweat That are, with their allowance, well begun. Brings home a fruitful harvest to their lords ;

(Exeunt all but the slaves. Let them prove good artificers, and serve you Pis. Stay, Cimbrio and Gracculo. For use and ornament; but not presume

Cimb. The business?

Pis. Meet me to-morrow night near to the I've something to impart may break our fetters, grove,

If you dare second me. Neighbouring the east part of the city.

Cimb. We'll not fail. Grac. Well.

Grac. A cart-rope Pis. And bring the rest of our condition with Shall not bind me at home. you.

Pis. Think on't and prosper.



Which you must learn to play at; now in these SCENE I. The same. A Room in ARCHIDA

seasons, Mus's House.

And choice variety of exercises, Enter ARCHIDAMUS, TimagoRAS, LEOSTHE- Your rambling hunt-smock feels strange altera

(Nay, I come to you,) and fasts, not for devotion, NES, with gorgets, and PISANDER.

tions; Arch. So, so, 'tis well: How do I look ? And in a frosty morning looks as if Pis. Most sprightfully.

He could with ease creep in a pottle-pot, Arch. I shrink not in the shoulders; though Instead of his mistress' placket. Then he curses I'm old

The time he spent in midnight visitations, I'm tough ; steel to the back: I have not wasted And finds what he superfluously parted with, My stock of strength in feather beds. Here's an To be reported good at length, and well breath’d, arm too;

If but retrieved into his back again, There's stuff in't, and I hope will use a sword Would keep him warmer then a scarlet waistAs well as any beardless boy of you all.

coat, Timag. I'm glad to see you, sir, so well pre-Or an armour lined with fur

pared To endure the travail of the war.

Enter DIPHILUS and CLEORA. Arch. Go to, sirrah !

O welcome, welcome! I shall endure, when some of you keep your ca- You've cut off my discourse, but I will perfect bins,

My lecture in the camp.
For all your flaunting feathers. Nay, Leosthe- Diph. Come, we are stayed for;

The general's afire for a remove,
You're welcome too, all friends and fellows now. And longs to be in action.
Leost. Your servant, sir.

Arch. 'Tis my wish too.
Arch. Pish! leave these compliments, We must part. "Nay, no tears, my best Cleora ;
They stink in a soldier's mouth; I could be merry, I shall melt too, and that were ominous.
For, now my gown's off, farewel gravity! Millions of blessings on thee! All that's mine
And must be bold to put a question to you, I give up to thy charge; and, sirrah, look
Without offence, I hope.

[To PISANDER. Leost. Sir, what you please.

You with that care and reverence observe her, Arch. And you will answer truly?

would pay to me. A kiss ; farewell, girl! Timag. On our words, sir.

Diph. Peace wait upon you, fair one! Arch. Go to, then; I presume you will con

(Exeunt ARCH. DIPH. and Pis. fess

Timag. 'Twere impertinence That you are two notorious whoremasters. To wish you to be careful of your honour, Nay, spare your blushing, I've been wild myself, That ever keep in pay a guard about you A smack or so for physic does no harm; Of faithful virtues. Farewell : friend, I leave you Nay, it is physic if used moderately:

To wipe our kisses off; I know that lovers But to lie at rack and manger

Part with more circumstance and ceremony; Leost. Say we grant this,

Which I give way to.

[Exit TiMAG (For if we should deny it you'll not believe us) Leost. 'Tis a noble favour, What will you infer upon it?

For which I ever owe you. We're alone: Arch. What you'll groan for,

But how I should begin, or in what language
I fear, when you come to the test. Old stories Speak the unwilling word of parting from you,

I'm yet to learn.
There's a month called October, which brings in Cleora. And still continue ignorant;
Cold weather, there are trenches too, 'tis ru- For I must be most cruel to myself,

If I should teach you.
In which to stand all night to the knees in water, Leost. Yet it must be spoken,
In gallants breeds the toothach; there's a sport Or you will chide my slackness: You have fired

too, Nanned lying perdue, do you mark me? 'tis a With the heat of noble action to deserve you; garne,

And the least spark of honour that took life VOL. I.

As you

tell us,


From your sweet breath, still fanned by it and I may be tempted ? cherished,

Leost. You were never proved. Must mount up in a glorious flame, or I For me, I have conversed with you no farther Am much unworthy:

Than would become a brother. I ne'er tuned Cleora. May it yet burn here,

Loose notes to your chaste ears; or brought rich And, as a sea-mark, serve to guide true lovers

presents (Tossed on the ocean of luxurious wishes) For my artillery, to batter down Safe from the rocks of lust, into the harbour The fortress of your honour; nor endeavoured Of pure affection ! rising up an example To make your blood run high at solemn feasts, Which after-times shall witness to our glory, With viands that provoke; the speeding philtres : First took from us beginning!

I worked no bawds to tempt you; never practised Leost. 'Tis a happiness

The cunning and corrupting arts they study, My duty to my country, and mine honour, That wander in the wild maze of desire; Cannot consent to; besides, add to these, Honest simplicity and truth were all It was your pleasure, fortified by persuasion, The agents I employed; and when I came And strength of reason, for the general good, To see you, it was with that reverence That I should go.

As I beheld the altars of the gods ; Cleora. Alas! I then was witty

And Love, that came along with me, was taught To plead against myself; and mine eye, fixed To leave his arrows, and his torch behind, Upon the hill of honour, ne'er descended Quenched in my fear to give oftence. To look into the vale of certain dangers,

Cleora. And 'twas Through which you were to cut your passage to it. That modesty that took me and preserves me, Leost. I'll stay at home, then.

Like a fresh rose, in mine own natural sweetness; Cleora. No, that must not be;

Which, sullied with the touch of impure hands, For so, to serve my own ends, and to gain

Loses both scent and beauty. A petty wreath myself, I rob you of

Leost. But, Cleora, A certain triumph, which must fall upon you, When I am absent, as I must go from you, Or Virtue’s turned a hand-maid to blind Fortune. (Such is the cruelty of my fate,) and leave you, How is my soul divided! to confirm you Unguarded, to the violent assaults In the opinion of the world most worthy Of loose temptations; when the memory To be beloved (with me you're at the height, Of my so many years of love and service And can advance no farther,) I must send you Is lost in other objects; when you are courted To court the goddess of stern war, who, if By such as keep a catalogue of their conquests She see you with my eyes, will ne'er return you, Won upon credulous virgins ; when nor father But grow enamoured of you.

Is here to owe you, brother to advise you, Leost. Sweet, take comfort !

Nor your poor servant by, to keep such off, And what I offer you, you must vouchsafe me, By lust instructed how to undermine Or I am wretched : All the dangers that And blow your chastity up; when your weak I can encounter in the war are trifles ;

senses, My enemies abroad to be contemned ;

At once assaulted, shall conspire against you, The dreadful foes, that have the power to hurt me, And play the traitors to your soul, your virtue; I leave at home with you.

How can you stand? 'Faith, though you fall, and I Cleora. With me?

The judge, before whom you then stood accused, Leost. Nay, in you,

I should acquit you. In every part about you; they are armed

Cleoru. Will you then confirm To fight against me.

That love and jealousy, though of different naCleoru. Where?

tures, Leost. There's no perfection

Must of necessity be twins; the younger
That you are mistress of, but musters up Created only to defeat the elder,
A legion against me, and all sworn

And spoil him of his birthright? 'tis not well. To my destruction.

But being to part, I will not chide, I will not ; Cleora. This is strange!

Nor with one syllable or tear, express Leost. But true, sweet :

How deeply I am wounded with the arrows Excess of love can work such miracles.

Of your distrust : But when that you shall hear, Upon this ivory forehead are intrenched

At your return, how I have borne myself, Ten thousand rivals, and these suns command And what an austere penance I take on me, Supplies from all the world, on pain to forfeit To satisfy your doubts; when, like a vestal, Their comfortable beams; these ruby lips, I shew you, to your shame, the fire still burning, A rich exchequer to assure their pay;

Committed to my charge by true affection, This hand, Sibylla’s golden bough to guard them The people joining with you in the wonder; Through hell and horror to the Elysian springs ; When, by the glorious splendour of my sufferings, Which who'll not venture for? and, should I name The prying eyes of jealousy are struck blind, Such as the virtues of your mind invite,

The monster, too, that feeds on fears, even starved Their numbers would be infinite.

For want of seeming matter to accuse me, Cleora. Can you think

Expect, Leosthenes, a sharp reproof

From my just anger.
Leost. What will you do?

Cleoro. Obey me,

She is chastising too: how brave we live, Or from this minute you're a stranger to me; That have our slaves to beat, to keep us in breath And do it without reply.--All-seeing sun, When we want exercise ! Thou witness of my innocence, thus I close Coris. Careless harlotry, Striking her. Mine eyes against thy comfortable light, Look to't; if a curl fall, or wind or sun 'Till the return of this distrustful man!

Take my complexion off

, I will not leave [He binds her eyes. One hair upon thy head. Now bind them sure ;-nay, doit : if uncompelled Grac. Here's a second show I loose this knot, until the hands that made it Of the family of pride. Be pleased to untie it, may consuming plagues Coris. Fie on these wars! Fall heavy on me! Pray you, guide meto your lips. I'm starved for want of action ; not a gamester This kiss, when you come back, shail be a virgin

left To bid you welcome. -Nay, I have not done yet: To keep a woman play. If this world last I will continue dumb; and, you once gone, A little longer with us, ladies must study No accent shall come from me. Now to my cham- Some new-found mystery to cool one another; ber;

We shall burn to cinders else. I have heard My tomb, if you miscarry: There I'll spend

there have been My hours in silent mourning, and thus much Such arts, in long vacation ; would they were Shall be reported of me to my glory,

Revealed to me! they have made my doctor too
And you confess it, whether I live or die, Physician to the army; he was used
My chastity triumphs o'er your jealousy. (E.xeunt. To serve the turn at a pinch; but I am now

Quite unprovided,
SCENE II.— The same. A Room in CLEON'S Asot. My mother-in-law is, sure,

At her devotions.

Coris. There are none but our slaves left,
Enter Asotus, driving in GRACCULO.

Nor are they to be trusted. Some great women, Asot. You slave! You dog! down, cur. Which I could name, in a dearth of visitants, Grac. Hold, young master,

Rather than be idle, have been glad to play For pity's sake!

At small game; but I am so queasy-stomach'd, Asot. Now am I in my kingdom :

And from my youth have been so used to dainWho says I am not valiant ? I begin

ties, To frown again: quake, villain.

I cannot taste such gross meat. Some that are Grac. So I do, sir;

hungry Your looks are agues to me.

Draw on their shoemakers, and take a fall Asot. Are they so, sir!

From such as mend mats in their galleries; 'Slight, if I had them at this bay that fout me, Or when a tailor settles a petticoat on, And say I look like a sheep and an ass, I'd make Take measure of his bodkín; fie upon't ! them

'Tis base; for my part, I could rather lie with Feel that I am a lion.

A gallant's breeches, and conceive upon them, Grac. Do not roar, sir,

Than stoop so low.
As you are a valiant beast: but do you know Asot. Fair madam, and my

mother. Why you use me thus ?

Coris. Leave the last out, it smells rank of the Asot. I'll beat thee a little more,

country, Then study for a reason. Oh! I have it: And shews coarse breeding: your true courtier One brake a jest on me, and then I swore,

knows not Because I durst not strike him, when I came home His niece, or sister, from another woman, That I would break thy head.

If she be apt and cunning. I could tempt now Grac. Plague on his mirth!

This fool, but he will be so long a working ! I'm sure I mourn for't.

Then he's my husband's son :—the fitter to Asot. Remember too, I charge you,

Supply his wants ; I have the way already, To teach my horse good manners; yet this morn- I'll try if it will take. When were you with ing,

Your mistress, fair Cleora ?
As I rode to take the air, the untutor'd jade Asot. Two days sithence;
Threw me, and kick'd me.

But she's so coy, forsooth, that ere I can
Grac. I thank him for't.

Speak a penn'd speech I have bought and studied
Asot. What's that?

for her,
Grac. I say, sir, I will teach him to hold bis Her woman calls her away.

Coris. Here's a dull thing!
If you will rule your fingers.

But better taught, I hope. Send off your man.
Asot. I'll think upon't.

Asot. Sirrah, be gone.
Grac. I am bruised to jelly: better be a dog, Grac. This is the first good turn
Than slave to a fool or coward.

She ever did me.

[Erit. Asot. Here's my mother,

Coris. We'll brave a scene of mirth;

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