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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

dear Mother he may comfort us But cannot help his Father Crat. The Hero's Blood is not to be controul'd Even in a Child 't is madly Masterful But wait we patient with our petty Stakes Which on those greater Gamesters must depend For as they throw our little Lots must follow Like sweepings of their heap Cratisiclaea and Cleora go in Trumpets A Shout within Liberty Liberty and Magas Enter Cleomenes Cleanthes Pantheus followed by some few Aegyptians Cleom. What Is this populous City turn'd a Desart The Cry of Liberty runs on before us And yet not one appears By Hercules we drive 'em through their Town They dare not stay to welcome their Deliverers Cleanth The Cowards are afraid of what they wish And cou'd they be their own they wou'd be ours Cleom. They 're gone We talk to Houses and to Walls Panth. Not so I see some peeping from their Doors What are you Friends or Foes Four Aegyptians appear peeping at the opposite Entrances of the Stage 1 Aegypt Friends Friends All honest Men and Hearty to the Cause Cleanth Explain what Cause and give the general Cry 1 2. Aegypt Liberty and Magas Cleom. in their Tone Liberty and Magas The Cowards whisper Liberty so softly As if they were afraid the Gods should hear it And take 'em at their Word 1. Egypt No Friend We Vulgar never fear the Gods But we whisper for fear our over-thwart Neighbours Should hear us cry Liberty and betray us to the Government Cleanth Of what side are you there to the opposite Egypt 3. Egypt That 's according as you succeed Of your side hitherto Panth. If you are Men come join with us 4. Egypt You are too few for us to join with you but get the greater Party of your side and we 'll be sure to help the Common Cry Cleom. Dare you doe nothing to assert your Freedom 3. Egypt Yes We 'll pray devoutly for you Cleanth The Brave pray with their Swords that 's a Man's part 4. Egypt Pray with our Swords the Law calls Fighting And Fighting is Bloud-shed And Bloud-shed is Hanging And Hanging is the part of a Dog and not of a Man in my opinion 1. Egypt Every one shift for himself Egpytian Trumpets within The Government is a coming They shrink back in a fright and clap the Doors Cleom. Run couch ye Cowards to your Tyrant Lords A Dog you worship and partake his Nature A Race of speaking Spaniels Panth. Let 'em go We 'll doe our work without ' em Cleanth The comfort is our Foes are like our Friends Holy-day Hero's drawn out once a month At publick Charge to Eat and to be Drunk Mere Mouths of War Enter Sosybius and Coenus at the head of many Egyptians They who spoke before bolt out of their doors and join with them Sosyb. 'T was what I always fear'd e'en when I sav'd Thee To find thee thus engag'd among my Foes But yet submit And I can yet forgive Thee Consider for 't is all I have time to say Thou fight'st against thy Father Clean. Against my Father's Cause but not my Father If you wou'd needs become your self a Slave And get me such I must redeem us both And will or perish in the brave Attempt Sosyb. Withdraw thy self from ruine I command Thee Cleant. Command I cannot But I beg you Sir Engage not for an Arbitrary Power That odious Weight upon a Free-born-soul Sosyb. This is too much fall on But spare my Son Enter Cassandra attended Cassan. Sosybius hold Withdraw your Men to distance You know this Signet Obey your King in Me. Shews the Signet Sosyb. Never more gladly Tho' my Son 's a Rebell Yet Nature works to save him Cassan. Then rather than he shou'd untimely fall Coenus draws off Sosybius 's his Men. I wou'd forgive the Rest and offer Life Panth. Cleom. Men Ex. Manent Cassan. Sosyb. Cleanth Even to that Fugitive if he please to treat Cleom. Be short and if you can for once sincere Cassan. What can you hope from this unequal Fight Where numbers rise from every Foe you kill And grow from their defeat Cleom. We come resolv'd And to die killing is a kind of Conquest Cassan. But are not Life and Freedom worth accepting When offer'd and with such Conditions too As make 'em both more pleasing Your Friends safety Your Son your Mother and that only She Who loves you best for your Companion home You know what She I mean Aside to him Cleom. No private parley Stepping back Spartans doe all in publick Cleant. We know your reasons for those secret whispers And to your Infamy Cleom. Aside to him Peace Peace my Friend No injuries from Women can provoke A Man of Honour to expose their Fame Madam We understand each other well My Son my Mother and my Wife restor'd 'T is Peace if not 't is War Sosyb. A fair Proposal Be it Peace Cassan. No Fool 't is War Know Heavy Hero know I gain'd this time for my secure Revenge To seize thy Wife and Mother And to stab Thee On both sides of thy Heart they 're gone to die To make thy Death more painfull Farewel Traytor And thank thy self not me Ex. Cas. Sosyb. Cleom. Revenge revenge And speedy Death or Conquest Hold Cleanthes Enter Cleonidas Poor Boy By Heaven I am pleas'd to see thee safe this moment Tho' I expect the next to lose thee Guard him Cleanthes Set him safe behind the Front Cleanth Come Sir You are now my Charge Cleonid The Gods forbid That I should seek this danger and not share it To Cleom. Forgive me Sir that once I disobey you To prove my self your Son living or dying I 'll not be less than Man Cleom. Oh! I could chide Thee But there 's no time for Love and Anger both Fight by my side and Heaven protect thy Courage Cleomenes Cleanthes Cleonidas and their Party go off the Stage to fight the Egyptians Trumpets Drums Shouts and Clashings within Re-enter both Parties The Egyptians first Driven by Cleomenes Pantheus ready to kill Sosybius as having him down Cleanthes runs to him and interposes Cleanth Pantheus hold or turn thy Sword on me Panth. to Sosyb. Rise Sir and thank your Son Clean. to Panth. Pursue the Foes I have no Joy of Conquest Till I have set my Father safe Sosyb. The Gods reward thy pious Care Cleanth leads off his Father while Pantheus follows Cleomenes The Egyptians are driven to the bottom of the Stage They make a wheeling Fight still retiring before the Spartans Cleomenes advances eagerly after the Egyptians and with Pantheus drives 'em off Cleonidas is left behind So is Coenus who had skulk'd Coenus This was well watch'd The Boy is left ungarded Thrusts at Cleonidas behind Cleonid Oh! I am slain by Treason Revenge me Royal Father Re-enter Cleomenes Cleom. 'T was sure his voice Sees him on the ground Too sure Pity and Rage Distract my Soul but rage will first be serv'd Runs at Coenus and kills him

Depends on you Think first and then Command Cassand Know then that his last Thrid is on the Distaff And I can cut it now Cleanth And are resolv'd Cassand I only said I can and I can Save Disarm and hurt him not Cleanth Once more your Sword Cleom. Send off those Villains Tho' I fear 'em not Yet Cowards are offensive to my sight Nor shall they see me do an Act that looks Below the Courage of a Spartan King Cassand Cleanthes May I trust your Faith Cleanth You may Cassand Begone and wait my Call Ex. Guards Cleom. Cleanthes Stil my Friend for such I hold thee Tho' this bad Woman says thou art my Spy I cannot give a greater proof than this That I believe her not Gives him his Sword If thou art false 'T is in thy power to show it safely now And compass that by Treason which in Arms Nor Thou nor any Man alive can force Remember still I gave it to a Friend For Life and Death are equal in themselves That which would cast the Ballance is thy falshood To make my Death more wretched Cleanth Then you may think me that which you call False But Duty to my Father Cleom. Say no more I would not curse thee for thou wer 't my Friend I think thee still as honest as thou couldst Impenetrably good but like Achilles Thou hadst a soft Aegyptian Heel undipt And that has made thee Mortal Cassand Cleanthes Thou hast well approv'd thy Faith And as this Palace is thy Government On utmost peril of thy Life secure him One farther word Whispers Ex Cleanth looking concernedly on Cleomenes Cleom. So guilty as thou art and canst thou look On him thou hast betraid Go take thy hire Which thou hast dearly purchas'd and be great Cassand For you brave Sir as you have given my hopes But Air to feed on Air shall be your Food No Bread shall enter these forbidden Doors Thin hungry Diet I confess but still The liker Spartan Fare Keen Appetites And quick Digestion wait on you and yours Cleom. O mix not Innocence and Guilt together What Love have they refus'd or how offended Be Just tho' you are Cruel or be Kind And punish me alone Cassand There Nature works Then there I 'll stab thee in thy tender part Shreeks of Women within Cleom. What dismal Cries are those Cassand Nothing a trifling sum of Misery New added to the foot of thy Account Thy Wife is seiz'd by Force and born away Farewel I dare not trust thy Vengeance further Running to the Door he is stopt by Guards with drawn Swords Cleom. Cleora There stands Death but no Cleora I would find both together Enter Cratisiclea Cleonidas and Pantheus bloody on his hand Cratis Oh King of Sparta Cleom. Peace Mother Peace I have had news from Hell before you Cleora's gone to Death Is there a Door A Casement or a Rift within these Walls That can let loose my Body to her rescue Panth. All clos'd nothing but Heaven above is open Cleom. Nay that 's clos'd too The Gods are deaf to Pray'rs Hush then th' irrevocable Doom's gone forth And Pray'rs lagg after but can ne'r o'er-take Let us talk forward of our woes to come Cratis Cleanthes Oh could you suspect his Faith 'T was he that headed those who forc'd her hence Cleom. Pantheus bleeds Panth. A scratch a feeble Dart At distance thrown by an Aegyptian hand Cratis You heard me not Cleanthes is Cleom. He was no more good Mother He tore a piece of me away and still The void place akes within me O my Boy I have bad news to tell thee Cleonid None so bad As that I am a Boy Cleanthes scorn'd me And when I drove a Thrust home as I could To reach his Traytor Heart He put it by And cryed as in derision Spare the Stripling Oh that insulting word I wou'd have swopp'd Youth for old Age and all my Life behind To have been then a momentary Man Cleom. Alas Thy Manhood like a forward Spring Before it comes to bear the promis'd Fruit Is blighted in the Bud Never my Boy Canst thou fetch Manhood up with thy short steps While with long strides the Giant stalks before thee Cleonid Am I to dye before I am a Man Cleom. Yes thou must dye with me and I with her Who gave me life and our poor Infant too within Must dye before it knows what dying means Three different Dates of Nature one would think But Fate has cramm'd us all into one Lease And that even now expiring Panth. Yet we live Cleom. No even now we dye Death is within us And keeps out Life for nourishent is Life And we have fed our last Hunger feeds Death Cratis A lingring Doom but four days hence the same And we can shorten those turn Days to Hours And Hours to Moments Death is in our Call Panth. The sooner then the better Cleonid So say I. Panth. While we have spirits left to meet him boldly Cleonid I 'le hold my Breath And keep my Soul a pris'ner in my Body There let it creep and wander in the dark Till tir'd to find no out-let it Retreats Into my Spartan Heart and there lies pleas'd So we two are provided Sir your choice To Cleom. Cleom. Not this dispatch for we may dye at leisure This Famine has a sharp and meager Face 'T is Death in an undress of Skin and Bone Where Age and Youth their Land-mark tane away Look all one common furrow Cratis Yet you chuse it To please our Foes that when they view our Skeletons And find 'em all alike they may cry out Look how these dull obedient Spartans dy'd Just as we wish'd as we prescrib'd their Death And durst not take a nobler nearer way Cleom. Not so but that we durst not tempt the Gods To break their Images without their leave The moment e'r Cassandra came I had A Note without a Name the Hand unknown That bad me not despair but still hope well Then dye not yet For Heaven has means to free us if not me Yet these and you I am the hunted Stag Whose Life may may ransom yours Crat. No more of that I find your distant drift to die alone An unkind Accusation of us all As if we durst not die I 'll not survive you Panth. Nor I. Cleonid Nor I. Cleom. But hear my Reasons Enter Cleora in a black Veil Ha! What Shadow 's this This that can glide through Walls Or pass its subtle Limbs through Bolts and Bars Black too like what it represents our Fate Cleor. Too true a Shadow I and you the Substance Lifts up her Veil Omn. Cleora Cleom. Thus let me grow again to thee Too close for Fate to sever Or let Death find me in these dear dear Arms And looking on thee spare my better part And take me willing hence Crat. What! are you dreaming Son with Eyes cast upwards Like a mad Prophet in an Ecstasie Cleom. Musing on what we saw Just

Sovereign Drops whose Pow'r Will soon recal his wander'd sense He instills somewhat out of a Vial into his Mouth He stirs And stretches now and seems t' essay his Limbs Cleom. Where am I Standing a while they support him Cleanth In his Arms who dy'd with you And now you live revives Cleom. Art thou Panthaeus Panth. Believe your Eyes I am Cleom. Speak then and truly for I trust not him Who brought me back to Life Panth. Who but he who was left single with you Who caught you falling in his faithful Arms And not alone sufficient to restore you Call'd loud for my Assistance I found him propping you with trembling Hands His Eyes so haggard I could scarce distinguish Who was the living Friend and who the dead Cleom. All this Cleanthes This What this Cleanthes Panth. Yes your Cleanthes Cleanth Your suspected Friend Much wrong'd but ever faithful Cleom. Art thou sure I live Or am I in the Regions of the dead And hear the Fables there my self a Fable Panth. Go in and see your chearful Family Eating his Bread brought in their last Distress And with a good mistaking Piety First blessing him then Heaven Cleom. When I hear this I have no need of Food I am restor'd without it Cleanth Then now hear me How I was forc'd into this seeming Falshood To save my self the only means remaining To save the Man I lov'd beyond my self And gain a needful Credit with Cassandra And yet even then deceiv'd and sent far off For three long Days unknowing of your wants Not thinking she who lov'd could use you thus By Famishment to Cleom. O no more no more For now I understand e'er thou can'st speak it half To thee I ow'd the seizing of my Sword Lest I should fall by odds My Wife's return All all to thee And thou art more than all Can'st thou forgive me Can'st thou my Cleanthes Can I deserve thus to grow here once more Embracing him Let me embrace my self quite into thee Cleanth Come come as fiercely as thou wilt I meet thee Embraces Cleomenes I close within thee and am thou again Panth. Why this is as it should be Cleom. I could not thus have taken to the Death Anothers Falshood but thine only thine For infinitely infinitely loving 'T was a wide gap thou mad'st within my Bosom And as my Soul rent from me Cleanth But thy Hunger This violent Transport of my Reconcilement Makes me forget thy Wants When I embrac'd thee Thy spungy Body dwindled in my Arms And like a Ghost fled from me Cleom. I could eat Going in Now my first Appetite of Love is serv'd And that was much the keenest Let us in For Life looks lovely now and worth preserving Cleanth Not that way Friend It leads you to the Women and the Boy Cleom. And why must I avoid those tender Blessings Cleanth Even such because they are you must avoid them For I must tell you Friend you have but time To snatch a hasty Morsel and away Nothing of Manhood must be clogg'd or soften'd With Womanish Sighs and Tears and kind Adieu's And those ill-tim'd Remorses of good Nature When your whole Soul is needful Panth. You tell us Wonders Cleanth At the King's Return Which daily we expect your Death 's resolv'd This hour 's your own Take it and tempt your Fortune Some few brave Friends I hope to add If not all Aegypt's number'd in my self Cleom. I am all on Fire now for a lucky pull At Fate 's last Lottery I long to see the Colour white or black That 's the God's Work And if I fall their shame Let 'em ne'er think of making Heroes more If Cowards must prevail Panth. The fewer Hands The fewer Partners in the share of Honour Cleom. Come my Pantheus Lead my best Cleanthes We three to all the World Cleanth Magas and Liberty let be the Word Magas is lov'd and Liberty desir'd A short Refection waits at the Lieutenant's That honest Friend who sent you back your Wife We 'll drink a Bowl of Wine and pour the rest Not to the Dog Anubis but to Iove The Freer and Avenger Exeunt Enter Cratisiclaea Cleora Cleonidas Cleora Gone and without taking leave Crat. The better He bated me the Forms and you the Fondness Cleon. Pantheus too and he who brought the Food The brave Aegyptian vanish'd all together Cleora Oh my fore-boding Soul he 's gone to Death And that Cleanthes whom thou call'st the Brave Has basely train'd him out to his Destruction Crat. Suspect him not When Fate was in his power And by a Method so secure as Famine To save us then shows he had little need To trick my Son to Death I have a better prospect of th' Event Cleor. Dear Mother Comfort me and tell your Thoughts For I see nothing but a gathering Tempest Horror on Horror to the end of Heaven Crat. No no you are not of a Soul to bear The mighty Good and Ill that meet mid-way As from two Goals and which comes first upon us Fate only knows Cleon. Then speak to me for I can stand the Shock Like a young Plant that fastens in a Storm And deeper drives the Root Crat. Thy Soul 's too strong thy Body yet too weak To bear the Crush Be still and wait thy Doom A Cry within Liberty Liberty Magas Magas To Arms for Magas and for Liberty Cleon. What noble sound was that So smart and vigorous A Soul in every Word Crat. Why that was it I thought was doing but I durst not tell Till now it shows it self The Works begun my Boy the Works begun There was thy Father in that Warlike Shout Stemming the Tide of Aegypt Cleor. O comfort me my Husband's Mother say My Lord may live and conquer Crat. Possibly But still make sure of Death Trust we to that As to our last Reserve Cleor. Alas I dare not die Crat. Come come you dare Do not belie your Courage Cleor. Heaven help me I have none Crat. Then dare you be a Slave to base Aegyptians For that must be if you outlive your Husband Cleor. I think I durst to save my self from Death Crat. Then as a Slave you durst be ravish'd too Cleor. The Gods forbid Crat. The Gods cannot forbid it By any way but Death Cleor. Then I dare die Crat. I told you so You did not know your Vertue Poor trembling thing I 'll warm thee in my Bosom And make thee take Death kindly Another Shout within Liberty and Magas Cleon. What must become of me Crat. More Trouble yet about this paltry Being For shame no more such Qualms Cleon. No more such vile Mistakes I would die warm And not in Women's Company but Men's Whether some God inspires me to this Act Or Fate inevitably calls me on I will not cannot stay But as a generous unflesh'd Hound that hears From far the Hunter's Horn and chearful Cry So will I haste and by the Musick led Come up with Death or Honour Exit Cleor. Stop him