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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