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A36609	Cleomenes, the Spartan heroe a tragedy, as it is acted at the Theatre Royal / written by Mr. Dryden ; to which is prefixt The life of Cleomenes.	Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; Southerne, Thomas, 1660-1746.; Plutarch. Kleomenēs. English.; Creech, Thomas, 1659-1700.	1692 (1692)	Wing D2254; ESTC R19821	71,103	117

Unprofitable then for Sparta's good Be cheerful fight it well and all the rest Leave to the Gods and Fortune Cleom. If they fail me Theirs be the Fault For Fate is theirs alone My Virtue Fame and Honour are my own Exeunt omnes ACT IV. SCENE An Antichamber of Cassandra's Lodging Enter Ptolomy Sosybius Coenus Cassandra Sosyb. SO so it works now Mistriss sit you fast aside Ptol. Humh Whores and Catamites Wer those his words Coenus Upon my life they were Ptol. Whom should he mean by those unmanner'd terms Cassandra Can you guess Cassand 'T was kindly ask'd Ptol. A foul mouth'd Villain Sosyb. So I should have thought But that this Lady knows him good and grateful Coenus Madam I stand suspected without cause And but I fear Revenge from this great Man I could say more Cassand I thought he was concern'd Sosyb. Who I Cassan. Speak boldly Graecian I protect thee Coenus Cleanthes then was present and he added Enter Cleanth But he appears in time to hear his Charge Sosyb. My dear dear Son aside I fear thy lavish Tongue has ruin'd Thee What can I do to save Thee Cassan. Well proceed Coenus Can you deny my Lord that you were present When Cleomenes Tax'd the Court and King With Brutal Vices Cleanth I remember somewhat Of certain Horses which he could not buy And saw thee go away dissatify'd Which to prevent I meant to purchase 'em The rest I heard not nor believe he spoke Cassand Cleanthes added farther That thou saidst Ptol. And we would know E're Tortures force it from thee Sosyb. aside Now comes the fatal stroke Coenus He added farther Cleanth No thou add'st it all And I demand the Combat Ptol. Let him speak Sosyb. Think first Cleanthes Think before you hazard Your Life and Honour in this bold Appeal Somewhat you might have said nay more you ought Since I commanded you to be a Spy On Cleomenes Acts and close Designs Cleanth The good old Lyer would preserve my Life Aside And I must steer his course I think I farther added To the King Ptol. 'T is forgiven So wholly pardon'd that I will not hear it Good Spies are useful and must be encourag'd But what must next be done with Cleomenes Sosyb. Dispatch him as the source of all your fears Observe the Mounting Billows of the Main Blown by the Winds into a raging Storm Brush off those Winds and the high waves return Into their quiet first created Calm Such is the rage of busie blustring Crowds Fomented by th' Ambition of the great Cut off the Causes and th' Effect will cease And all the moving madness fall to Peace Ptol. Let him seiz'd in order to his Death I am in haste you know it for my progress A thousand pleasures wait me at Canopus And this poor trifling business of one life Encumbers all Cassandra Are you ready We will be seen like Isis and Osyris Drawn in one Chariot for admiring Eyes To worship as we pass Cassand A word in private Coenus attend without Exit Cassand leads the King to a corner of the Stage Sosyb. takes his Son to the other Sosyb. to Cleanth Now I am twice your Father by preserving The Life I gave you which your Folly hazarded Break off all Friendship with that Spartan King Or never see me more His Fate 's resolv'd Nor can you stem the Tide Avoid his ruines Reply not but obey Cleanth I know my Duty Bowing Sosyb. Thou overjoy'st me Follow we 'll talk farther Exeunt Sosyb. and Cleanthes Cassand What think you of Sosybius and his Son Ptol. As of two Creatures zealous of my Service Cassand Oh Heavens That I should love this King so well But that I dote What can I see in him But dull good Nature and Simplicity Well well My little Dear I find the Gods Have given me here no business of my own But made me just your Drudge to Love and save you Ptolo. ' Protest I thought 'em honest are they not Cassand Ye Gods why did you make this Man your Image And made him but an Image You 'l forgive me I Love you so that I am forc'd to rail You saw no close Conveyance of the Game Betwixt the Crafty Sire and Cunning Son How slily one invented an Excuse And t'other took it up as dext'rously Ptolo. Why sure Cleanthes was his Fathers Spy Cassand Yes over you but not on Cleomenes I fear you are betray'd and the Gods blind you To make your ruine sure Ptolo. As how Cassandra Cassand When you are absent Ptolo. Well! Cassand 'T is in their Power Ptolo. To Murder Cleomenes Cassand If they please Or else to set him free and joyn with Magas Ptolo. I will not to Canopus Cassand Yes You must Ptolo. But how shall I be safe and take this Journey Cassand Leave that to me Ptolo. But you must go along Cassand No I must stay here in order to your safety To watch the growth of danger and prevent it This Cruel absence I must undergo Or else I Love you not Ptolo. Since I must go I 'll cheat 'em of a Day and come before My time for Love of thee Cassand To sum up all For we are both in haste Intrust your Royal Signet in my Hands Ptolo. Joyn'd with Sosybius Cassand Would you trust a Statesman Before your own dear Heart You love him better You naughty Man in faith you do and now I think on 't I will not have your Signet By this Kiss And this and this I will not Ptolo. By all three thou shalt Gives her the Signet from his Finger But kill this Cleomenes quickly he 's dangerous Cassand He 's in safe hands with me Ptolo. One more Embrace Cassand There take it and now go Thus for your good I thrust you from my Arms. Ptolo. Farewell My Love Exit Ptolomy Cassand Farewell I hope for ever Now Cleomenes I will sound thy Soul For Life and Death depend upon thy Choice But for that easy Wretch him I contemn Hard state of Lovers Subject to our Laws Fools we must have or else we cannot sway For none but Fools will Woman-kind Obey If they prove stubborn and resist our Will We Exercise our Pow'r and use 'em ill The passive Slave that Whines Adores and Dies Sometimes we pity But we still despise But when we dote the self same Fate we prove Fools at the best But double Fools in Love We rage at first with ill dissembled scorn Then falling from our height more basely mourn And Man th' insulting Tyrant takes his turn Leaves us to Weep for our neglected Charms And hugs another Mistress in his Arms And that which humbles our proud Sex the most Of all our slighted favours makes his boast Exit Cassandra Enter Cleomenes Cleom. Her Words Her every Look confess she loves me And therefore she detains these Hostages As pawns of my return to her and Aegypt Thus far 't is plain and obvious But the Picture That Hellen. There 's the Riddle of her Love For what

such is Death With a black Veil covering a beauteous Face Fear'd afar off By erring Nature a mistaken Phantom A harmless lambent Fire She kisses Cold But kind and soft and sweet as my Cleora Oh could we know What Joys she brings at least what rest from Grief How should we press into her Friendly Arms And be pleas'd not to be or to be happy Crat. Look What we have forgot The Joy to see Cleora here has kept us from enquiring By what strange means she enter'd Cleom. Small Joy Heaven knows to be adopted here Into the meager Family of Famine The House of Hunger therefore ask'd I not So am I pleased to have her Company And so displeas'd to have it but in Death Cleor. I know not how or why my surly Gaoler Hard as his Irons and insolent as Pow'r When put in vulgar Hands Cleanthes gone Put off the Brute and with a gloomy Smile That show'd a sullen loathness to be kind Skreen'd me within this Veil then led me forth And using to the Guards Cassandra's Name Made that my Pass-port Every Door slew ope T' admit my Entrance and then clapt behind me To barr my going back Cleom. Some new Resolve Cassandra plots and then refines on Malice Plays with Revenge with Rage she snatch'd you hence And renders you with Scorn I thought to show you How easie 't was to die by my Example And hansel Fate before you But thy presence Has chang'd my Mind to drag this lingring life To share thy Sorrows and assist thy Weakness Come in my Friends and let us practise Death Stroke the grim Lyon till he grow familiar Cleora Thou and I as Lovers should Will hand in hand to the dark Mansions go Where Life no more can cheat us into Woe That sucking in each others latest Breath We may transfuse our Souls and put the change on Death Exeunt omnes The End of the Fourth ACT. ACT V. Enter Cassandra and Sosybius Sos. ANd what Have you determin'd Cass. He shall die Sos. A wholsome Resolution Have you fix'd The Time Cass. He daily dies by Hours and Moments All vital Nourishment but Air is wanting Three rising Days and two descending Nights Have chang'd the Face of Heav'n and Earth by turns But brought no kind Vicissitude to him His State is still the same With hunger pinch'd Waiting the slow approaches of his Death Which halting on-wards as his life goes back Still gains upon his Ground Sos. But e'er Fate reach him The Mercy of the King may interpose You have the Signet Cass. Yes In your Despite Sos. Be not displeas'd suppose he shou'd escape Cass. Suppose he shou'd have Wings Impossible Sos. Yet Keepers have been brib'd To whom can Ptolomy Impute that Crime but you Cass. He may But let him if he dares Come Statesman Do not shuffle in your pace You wou'd expose me to the People's Hatred By hurrying on this Act of Violence You know a little thing provokes the Crowd Against a Mistress She 's the Publick Mark Therefore content your self I will be safe Nor shall the Prisoner die a speedier Death Than what my Doom decreed Unless the King Reverse his Orders by my Messenger Sos. May I presume to ask you whom you sent Cass. Thy Son unknown to thee for so I charg'd him And this the promis'd hour of his Return Nay wonder not I chose him with design That whatsoe'er The King ordains you both shou'd share th' Event And stand or fall with me Ponder on that and leave me Sos. aside What can she mean She neither kills nor saves Exit Sosybius Cass. Now tell me Heart Now answer for thy self What wilt thou do and what dost thou desire His Life No he 's ungrateful Or his Death I tremble at that Word What then His Love His Love my Heart What! by Restraint and Famine Are these the means to compass thy Design Revenge My Hands so soft his Heart so hard The blow recoils and hurts me while I strike Like the mad Viper scourg'd into a Rage I shoot into my self my fatal Sting Enter Mariner Marin The Ship is ready when you please to sail And waits but your Command The Wind stands fair Cass. Be secret and attend my farther pleasure Gives him a Purse and exit Mariner So this was time well manag'd In three Days To hire a Vessel Put my Wealth on board Send off th' observing Son and Fool the Father See him I will to sound his last Resolves If Love can soften him or Fear can bow If both shou'd fail th' ungrateful Wretch shall find Rage has no Bounds in slighted Woman-kind Exit Cassandra SCENE A Prison Enter Cleomenes Cleom. NO Food And this the third arising Sun But what have I to do with telling Suns And measuring Time That runs no more for me Yet sure the Gods are good I wou'd think so If they wou'd give me leave But Virtue in Distress and Vice in Triumph Make Atheists of Mankind Enter Cratisiclaea What Comfort Mother Crat. A Soul not conscious to it self of Ill Undaunted Courage and a Master-mind No Comfort else but Death Who like a lazie Master stands aloof And leaves his Work to the slow hands of Famine Cleom. All I wou'd ask of Heav'n Is but to die alone a single Ruine But to die o'er and o'er in each of you With my own hunger pinch'd but pierc'd with yours Crat. Grieve not for me Cleom. What! not for you my Mother I am strangely tempted to blaspheme the Gods For giving me so good so kind a Parent And this is my return to cause her Death Crat. Peace Your Misfortunes cause it not your Fault Enter Cleora Cleom. What! my Cleora I stretch'd my bounds as far as I could go To shun the sight of what I cannot help A Flow'r withering on the Stalk for want Of nourishment from Earth and showers from Heaven All I can give thee is but Rain of Eyes Wiping his Eyes Cleor. Alas I have not wherewithal to weep My eyes grow dim and stiffen'd up with drought Can hardly rowl and walk their feeble round Indeed I am faint Crat. And so am I. Heaven knows However aside In pity of 'em both I keep it secret Nor shall he see me fall Exit Cratisiclaea Cleom. How does our helpless Infant Cleor. It wants the Breast its kindly nourishment And I have none to give From these dry Cesterns Which unsupply'd themselves can yield no more It pull'd and pull'd but now but nothing came At last it drew so hard that the blood follow'd And that Red Milk I found upon its Lips Which made me swoon with fear Cleom. Go in and rest thee And hush the Child asleep Exit Cleora Look down ye Gods Look Hercules thou Author of my Race And Jog thy Father Iove that he may look On his neglected Work of Humane-kind Tell him I do not Curse him But Devotion Will cool in after times if none but good Men suffer What! another increase of Grief Enter Cleonidas