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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 .

His Armis , illâ quoque tutus in aulâ . Juv. Sat. IV.

LONDON , Printed for Iacob Tonson , at the Iudge's-Head in Chancery-Lane near Fleet-Street . 1692.

Where Compleat SETS of Mr. Dryden's Works , in Four Volumes , are to be Sold. The PLAYS being put in the order they were Written .

To the Right Honourable The Earl of ROCHESTER , Knight of the most Noble Order of the Garter , &c.

'T IS enough for your Lordship to be conscious to your self of having perform'd a just and honourable Action , in Redeeming this Play from the Persecution of my Enemies ; but it wou'd be ingratitude in me , not to publish it to the World. That it has appear'd on the Stage is principally owing to you : That it has succeeded , is the Approbation of your Judgment , by that of the Publick . 'T is just the Inversion of an Act of Parliament : Your Lordship first sign'd it , and then it was pass'd amongst the Lords and Commons . The Children of old Men are generally observ'd to be short liv'd , and of a weakly Constitution : How this may prove I know not ; but hitherto it has promis'd well : And if it survive to Posterity , it will carry the Noble Name of its Patron along with it ; or , rather , it will be carried by yours to after Ages . Ariosto , in his Voyage of Astolpho to the Moon , has given us a fine Allegory of two Swans ; who , when Time had thrown the Writings of many Poets into the River of Oblivion , were ever in a readiness to secure the best , and bear them aloft , into the Temple of Immortality . Whether this Poem be of that Number , is left to the Judgment of the Swan who has preserv'd it : And though I can claim little from his Justice , I may presume to value my self upon his Charity . It will be told me , That I have mistaken the Italian Poet , who means only that some excellent Writers , almost as few in Number as the Swans , have rescued the Memory of their Patrons , from Forgetfulness and Time ; when a vast Multitude of Crows and Vultures , that is , bad Scribblers , Parasites , and Flatterers , oppress'd by the weight of the Names which they endeavour'd to redeem , were forc'd to let them fall again into Lethe , where they were lost for ever . If it be thus , my Lord , the Table wou'd be turn'd upon me : But I shou'd only fail in my vain Attempt : For either some other Immortal Swan , will be more capable of sustaining such a weight , or you who have so long been Conversant in the management of great Affairs , are able with your own Pen , to do Justice to your self ; and , at the same time , to give the Nation a clearer and more faithful insight into those Transactions , wherein you have Worthily sustain'd so great a part . For to your Experience in State Affairs , you have also joyn'd no vulgar Erudition : Which all your Modesty is not able to conceal ; for to understand critically the delicacies of Horace , is a height to which few of our Noble Men have arriv'd : And that this is your deserv'd Commendation , I am a living Evidence ; as far , at least , as I can be allow'd a Competent Judge on that subject . Your Affection to that admirable Ode , which Horace writes to his Mecaenas , and which I had the Honour to inscribe to you , is not the only Proof of this Assertion . You may please to remember , that in the late happy Conversation , which I had with your Lordship at a Noble Relations of yours , you took me aside , and pleas'd your Self with repeating to me , one of the most Beautiful Pieces in that Author . It was the Ode to Barine , wherein you were so particularly affected with that Elegant Expression , Iuvenumque prodis publica cura . There is indeed the Vertue of a whole Poem , in those words ; that curiosa felicitas , which Petronius so justly ascribes to our Author . The Barbarity of our Language is not able to reach it : Yet , when I have leisure , I mean to try , how near I can raise my English to his Latin : Though in the mean time , I cannot but imagine to my self , with what Scorn his Sacred Manes wou'd look on so lame a Translation as I cou'd make . His Recalcitrat undique tutus might more reasonably be apply'd to me , than he himself apply'd it to Augustus Caesar. I ought to reckon that Day , as very Fortunate to me , and distinguish it , as the Ancients did , with a whiter Stone ; because it furnish'd me with an Occasion of reading my Cleomenes to a Beautiful Assembly of Ladies , where your Lordship 's Three Fair Daughters , were pleas'd to Grace it with their Presence : And , if I may have leave to single out any one in particular , there was your admirable Daughter-in-law ; shining , not like a Star , but a Constellation of her Self ; a more true and brighter Berenice . Then it was , that whether out of your own Partiality , and Indulgence to my Writings , or out of Complaisance to the Fair Company , ( who gave the first good Omen to my Success , by their Approbation , ) your Lordship was pleas'd to add your own : And afterwards to Represent it to the Queen , as wholly Innocent of those Crimes , which were laid unjustly to its Charge . Neither am I to forget my Charming Patroness ; though she will not allow my Publick Address to her , in a Dedication ; but Protects me unseen , like my Guardian-Angel ; and shuns my Gratitude , like a Fairy , who is Bountiful by stealth ; and conceals the Giver , when she bestows the Gift . But my Lady Sylvius has been juster to me , and pointed out the Goddess , at whose Altar I was to pay my Sacrifice and Thanks Offering . And had she been silent , yet my Lord Chamberlain himself , in restoring my Play , without any Alteration , avow'd to me , that I had the most Earnest Sollicitress , as well as the Fairest ; and that nothing cou'd be refus'd to my Lady Hyde .

These Favours , my Lord , receiv'd from your Self , and your Noble Family , have encourag'd me to this Dedication ; wherein I not only give you back a Play , which had you not redeem'd it , had not been mine ; but also at the same time , Dedicate to you , the unworthy Author , with my inviolable Faith , and ( how mean soever ) my utmost Service : And I shall be proud to hold my Dependance on you in Chief , as I do part of my small Fortune in Wiltshire . Your Goodness has not been wanting to me , during the Reign of my two Masters . And even from a bare Treasury , my Success has been contrary to that of Mr. Cowley ; and Gideon's Fleece has then been moisten'd , when all the Ground has been dry about it . Such and so many Provocations of this nature , have concurr'd to my Invading of your Modesty , with this Address . I am sensible that it is in a manner forc'd upon you . But your Lordship has been the Aggressor in this Quarrel , by so many Favours , which you are not weary of conferring on me . Though at the same time , I own the Ambition on my side , to be ever esteem'd

Your Lordship's most Thankful And most Obedient Servant , JOHN DRYDEN .
PREFACE .

'T Is now seven or eight Years since I design'd to write this Play of CLEOMENES ; and my Lord Falkland , ( whose Name I cannot mention without Honour , for the many Favours I have receiv'd from him ) is pleas'd to witness for me , That in a French Book , which I presented him about that time , there were the Names of many Subjects that I had thought on for the Stage ; amongst which , this Tragedy was one . This , was out of my Remembrance ; but my Lord , on the occasion of stopping my Play , took the Opportunity of doing me a good Office at Court , by representing it as it was , a Piece long ago design'd : Which being judiciously treated , I thought was capable of moving Compassion on the Stage . The Success has justified my Opinion , and that at a time when the World is running mad after Farce , the Extremitie of bad Poetry , or rather the Iudgment that is fallen upon Dramatique Writing . Were I in the Humour , I have sufficient cause to expose it in its true Colours ; but having for once escap'd , I will forbear my Satyr , and only be thankful for my Deliverance . A great part of my good Fortune , I must confess , is owing to the Iustice which was done me in the Performance : I can scarcely refrain from giving every one of the Actors their particular Commendations ; but none of them will be offended , if I say what the Town has generally granted , That Mrs. Barry , always Excellent , has , in this Tragedy , excell'd Herself , and gain'd a Reputation beyond any Woman whom I have ever seen on the Theatre . After all , it was a bold Attempt of mine , to write upon a single Plott , unmix'd with Comedy ; which though it be the natural and true way , yet is not to the Genius of the Nation . Yet to gratifie the barbarous Party of my Audience , I gave them a short Rabble-Scene , because the Mobb ( as they call them ) are represented by Plutarch and Polybius , with the same Character of Baseness and Cowardice , which are here describ'd , in the last Attempt of Cleomenes . They may thank me , if they please , for this Indulgence ; for no French Poet would have allow'd them any more than a bare Relation of that Scene , which debases a Tragedy to show upon the Stage

For the rest , some of the Mechanique Rules of Vnity are observed , and others are neglected . The Action is but one , which is the Death of Cleomenes ; and every Scene in the Play , is tending to the Accomplishment of the Main Design . The Place is likewise one ; for 't is all in the compass of Alexandria , and the Port of that City . The time might easily have been reduc'd into the space of twenty four Hours , if I wou'd have omitted the Scence of Famine , in the Fifth Act ; but it pleas'd me to try how Spartans cou'd endure it ; and , besides , gave me the occasion of writing that other Scene , betwixt Cleomenes and his suspected Friend ; and , in such a Case , 't is better to trespass on a Rule , than leave out a Beauty .

As for other Objections , I never heard any worth answering ; and least of all that Foolish One , which is rais'd against me by the Sparks , for Cleomenes not accepting the Favours of Cassandra . They wou'd not have re●us'd a fair Lady . I grant they wou'd not ; but let them grant me , That they are not Hero's ; and so much for the Point of Honour . A Man might have pleaded an Excuse for himself , if he had been false to an Old Wife , for the sake of a Young Mistress ; but Cleora was in the Flower of her Age , and it was yet but Honey-moon with Cleomenes ; and so much for Nature . Some have told me , That many of the fair Sex complain for want of tender Scenes , and soft Expressions of Love : I will endeavour to make them some amends , if I write again ; and my next Hero shall be no Spartan .

I know it will be here expected , that I should write somewhat concerning the forbidding of my Play ; but the less I say of it , the better . And besides , I was so little concern'd at it , that had it not been on consideration of the Actors , who were to suffer on my account , I should not have been at all sollicitous , whether it were play'd , or no. No body can imagine , that in my declining Age I write willingly , or that I am desirous of exposing , at this time of day , the small Reputation which I have gotten on the Theatre . The Subsistence which I had from the former Government , is lost ; and the Reward I have f●om the Stage is so little , that it is not worth my Labour .

As for the Reasons which were given for suspending the Play , it seems they were so ill founded , that my Lord Chamberlain no sooner took the pains to read it , but they vanish'd ; and my Copy was restor'd to me , without the least Alteration by his Lordship . 'T is 〈◊〉 as it was acted ; and I dare assure you , that here is no Parallel to be found : 'T is neither Compliment , nor Satyr ; but a plain Story , more strictly followed than any which has appear'd upon the Stage . 'T is true , it had been garbled before by the Superiours of the Play-house ; and I cannot reasonably blame them for their Caution ; because they are answerable for any thing that is publickly represented : And their Zeal for the Government is such , that they had rather lose the best Poetry in the World , than give the least Suspicion of their Loyalty . The short is , that they were diligent enough to make sure Work : and to geld it so clearly in some places , that they took away the very Manhood of it . I can only apply to them , what Cassandra says somewhere in the Play to Ptolomey ; To be so nice in my Concerns for you ; To doubt where Doubts are not ; to be too fearful ; To raise a Bug-bear Shadow of a Danger ; And then be frighted , though it cannot reach you .

But , since it concerns me to be as circumspect as they are , I have given leave to my Bookseller to print the Life of Cleomenes , as it is elegantly , and faithfully translated out of Plutarch , by my learned Friend , Mr. Creech ; to whom the World has been indebted for his excellent Version of Lucretius ; and I particularly oblig'd in his Translation of Horace . We daily expect Manilius from him ; an Author worthy only of such Hands ; which having formerly reveal'd the Secrets of Nature to us here on Earth , is now discovering to us her Palace in the Skies ; and if I might be allow'd to say it , giving Light to the Stars of Heaven .

Ergò vivida vis animi , pervicit ; & extra Processit longè , flammantia maenia Mundi .

But to return to Plutarch ; you will find him particularly fond of Cleomenes his Character ; who as he was the last of the Spartan Heroes , so he was , in my Opinion , the greatest . Even his Enemy , Polybius , though engag'd in the contrary Faction , yet speaks honourably of him ; and especially of his last Action in Egypt . This Author is also made English , and will shortly be publish'd for the Common Benefit .

What I have added to the Story , is chiefly the Love of Agathoclea , the King's Mistress ; whose Name I have chang'd into Cassandra ; only for the better sound . As I have also the name of Nicagoras , into that of Coenus , for the same Reason . Cratisiclaea , Pantheus , and Sosybius , are to be found in the Story , with the same Characters which they have in the Tragedy . There is likewise mention made of the Son of Cleomenes , who had resolution enough to throw himself headlong from a Tower , when he had heard of his Father's ill Success . And for Cleora , whom I make the second Wife of Cleomenes ( for Aegyatis was dead before ) you will find a hint of her in Plutarch ; for he tells us , That after the loss of the Battle at Sellasia , he return'd to Sparta , and entring his own House , was there attended by a Free-born Woman of Megalopolis .

The Picture of Ptolomey Philopater , is given by the fore-mention'd Authors to the full . Both agree that he was an Original of his kind ; a Lazy , Effeminate , Cowardly , Cruel , and Luxurious Prince , manag'd by his Favourite , and impos'd on by his Mistress . The Son of Sosybyus , whom I call Cleanthes , was a Friend to Cleomenes : but Plutarch says , he at length forsook him . I have giv'n him a fairer Character , and made it only a seeming Treachery , which he practis'd . If any be so curious to enquire what became of Cassandra , whose Fortune was left in suspence at the Conclusion of the Play , I must first inform them , that after the death of Cleomenes , ( the Heroe of my Poem , ) I was oblig'd by the Laws of the Drama , to let fall the Curtain immediately ; because the Action was then concluded . But Polybius tells us , that she surviv'd Ptolomey , who reign'd about Twenty seven Years ; that with her Brother Agathocles , she govern'd Egypt in the Minority of his Son Ptolomey Epiphanes ; and that finally for oppressing of the People , both the Brother and Sister were slain in a popular Insurrection .

There is nothing remaining , but my Thanks to the Town in general , and to the fair Ladies in particular , for their kind Reception of my Play. And though I cannot retract what I said before , that I was not much concern'd in my own particular , for the Embargo which was laid upon it : Yet I think my self oblig'd , at the same time , to render my Acknowledgments to those Honourable Persons , who were instrumental in the freeing it . For as it was from a Principle of Nobleness in them , that they would not suffer one to want , who was grown old in their Service : So it is from a Principle of another sort , that I have learn'd to possess my Soul in Patience , and not to be much disquieted , with any Disappointment of this Nature .

The following Verses were sent me by a young Gentleman , under Twenty Years of Age , whose Modesty would have conceal'd his Name ; but I learn'd it from another Hand , and have taken the boldness to subscribe it without his Leave . I presume that on the reading of them , no body can blame me for making Cleonidas speak above his Youth , when you see an Englishman so far surpassing my Spartan .

To Mr. Dryden , on his CLEOMENES . HAs Youth then lost its great Prerogative ? And do's the Soul alone for Age survive ? Like Embryo's sleeping in their Seeds , seem nought , 'Till friendly Time does ripen it to Thought ? Judgment , Experience , that before was theirs ; But Fancy wanton'd in a younger Sphere ; Play'd with some loose and scatter'd Beams of Light , And revell'd in an Anarchy of Wit. Both Youth and Age unequally did charm ; As much too cold was this , as that too warm . But you have reconcil'd their differing Praise , By fixing both to your immortal Bays . Where Fancy mounts , but Judgment holds the Reins ; Not checks , but guides you to harmonious Strains . 'T is Harmony indeed , 't is all unite , Like finish'd Nature , and divided Light : Like the vast Order , and its numerous Throng , Crowded to their Almighty Maker's Song ; Where Heav'n and Earth seem but one single Tongue . O wondrous Man ! where have you learn'd the Art To charm our Reason , while you wound the Heart ! Far more than Spartan Morals to inspire , While your great Accents kindle Spartan Fire . Thus Metals heated to the Artist's Will , Receive th' Impressions of a Nobler Skill . Your Hero form'd so regularly Good , So nicely patient in his Want of Food , That it no more th' Vndress of Death appears , While the rich Garment of your Sence it wears . So just a Husband , Father , Son , and Friend , Great in his Life , but greater in his End : That sure , like Xenophon , you meant to shew , Not what they are , but what they ought to do ; At once a Poet , and Instructer too . The Parts so manag'd , as if each were thine ; Thou draw'st both Ore and Metal from the Mine ; And to be seen , thou mak'st ev'n Vice to shine . As if , like Siam's transmigrating God , A single Life in each you made abode ; And the whole Business of the tedious round , To Copy Patterns which in each you found . Sure you have gain'd from Heav'n Promethean Fire , To form , then kindle Souls into Desire : Else why successive starts of Hopes and Fears ; A Martial Warmth first rais'd , then quench'd with Tears ? Unless this Truth shines clearly through the whole , Sence Rules the World , but you command the Soul. Theophilus Parsons .
THE LIFE OF CLEOMENES .

THus fell Agis . His Brother Archidamus was too quick for Leonidas , and sav'd himself by a timely Retreat . But his Wife then newly brought to Bed , the Tyrant forc'd her from her own House , and compell'd her to marry his Son Cleomenes , though at that time too young for a Wife ; for he was unwilling that any one else should have her , she being Heiress to her Father Gylippus's great Estate ; for Person , the finest Woman in all Greece , very good-natur'd , of an exemplary Life , and therefore , they say , she did all she could , that she might not be compell'd to this Match .

Being thus married to Cleomenes , she hated Leonidas , but to the Youth she show'd her self a kind and obliging Wife . He , as soon as they came together , began to love her very much , and the constant Kindness that she still retain'd for the memory of Agis , wrought somewhat of Concern in the young Man for him , so that he would often enquire of her concerning what had pass'd , and attentively listen to the Story of Agis's Designs . Now Cleomenes had a generous and great Soul ; he was as temperate and moderate in his Pleasures as Agis , but not so very cautious , circumspect and gentle : a spur of Passion always gall'd him , and his eagerness to pursue that which he thought good and just , was violent and heady . To make Men willing to obey , he conceiv'd to be the best Discipline ; but likewise to break the stubborn , and force them to be better , was in his opinion commendable and brave . This Disposition made him dislike the management of the City : The Citizens lay dissolv'd in supine Idleness and Pleasures ; the King minded nothing , designing , if no body gave him any disturbance , to waste his Time in Ease and Riot ; the Publick was neglected , and each Man intent upon his private Gain . 'T was dangerous , now Agis was kill'd , to mention the exercising and training of their Youth , and to set up for the ancient Bravery and Equality , was Treason against the State. 'T is said also that Cleomenes , whilst a Boy , studied Philosophy under Sphaerus the Borystenite , who coming to Sparta , was very diligent in Instructing the Youth : Sphaerus was one of the chief of Zeno the Citiean's Scholars , and 't is likely that he admir'd the manly Temper of Cleomenes , and inflam'd his generous Ambition . The ancient Leonidas ( as Story saith ) being ask'd , What manner of Poet he thought Tyrtaeus ? reply'd , An excellent one to whet the Courages of youth , for being fill'd with Fury by his Poems , they daringly ventur'd on any Danger : now the Stoicks Philosophy is a dangerous Incentive to hot and fiery Dispositions , but being mixt with a grave and cautious Temper , is very good to fix and settle the Resolutions .

Upon the Death of his Father Leonidas , he succeeded , and observing the Citizens of all sorts to be debauch'd , the rich neglecting the Publick , and intent on their own Gain and Pleasure , and the poor being crampt in their private Fortunes , grown unactive , Cowards , and not inclinable to the Spartan Institution and way of Breeding , that he had only the Name of King , and the Ephori all the Power , was resolv'd to change the present posture of Affairs . He had a Friend whose name was Xenares , his Lover , ( such an Affection the Spartans express by the word , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ) him he sounded and of him he would commonly enquire , What manner of King Agis was , by what means , and by what Assistance he began and pursu'd his Designs . Xenares at first willingly comply'd with his Request , and told him the whole Story , with all the particular Circumstances of the Actions . But when he observ'd Cleomenes to be extreamly affected at the Relation , and more than ordinarily mov'd at Agis's new model of the Government , and begging a repetition of the Story , he at first severely chid him , told him , He was frantick , and at last left off all sort of Familiarity and Conversation with him , yet he never told any Man the cause of their Disagreement , but would only say , Cleomenes knew very well . Cleomenes finding Xenares averse to his Designs , and thinking all others to be of the same opinion , consulted with none , but contriv'd the whole Business by himself . And considering that it would be easier to bring about an Alteration when the City was at War , than when in Peace , he engag'd the Commonwealth in a Quarrel with the Achaeans , who had given them fair occasions to complain : for Aratus , a Man of the greatest Power amongst all the Achaeans , design'd from the very beginning to bring all the Peloponnesians into one common Body . And to effect this , he undertook many Expeditions , and ran through a long course of Policy ; for he thought this the only means to make them an equal Match for their foreign Enemies : All the rest agreed to his Proposals , only the Lacedaemonians , the Eleans , and as many of the Arcadians as inclin'd to the Spartan Interest , refus'd . Therefore as soon as Leonidas was dead , he fell upon the Arcadians , and wasted those especially that border'd on Achaia ; by this means designing to try the Inclinations of the Spartans , and despising Cleomenes as a Youth , and of no experience in Affairs of State or War. Upon this the Ephori sent Cleomenes to surprise the Athenaeum ( dedicated to Minerva ) near Belbina , which is a pass of Laconia , and was then under the Jurisdiction of the Megalopolitans : Cleomenes possest himself of the place , and fortified it ; at which Action Aratus shew'd no publick Resentment , but marcht by night to surprise Tegea and Orchomenium . The Design fail'd ; for those that were to betray the Cities into his Hands , doubted the Success ; so Aratus retreated , imagining that his Design had been undiscovered : But Cleomenes wrote a jeering Letter to him , and desired to know , as from a Friend , whither he intended to march at night ? And Aratus answering , That having understood his Design to fortifie Belbina , he resolv'd to march thither to oppose him . Cleomenes return'd , That he believed it , but desir'd him to give him an account , if it stood with his Convenience , why he carryed those Torches and Ladders with him .

Aratus laughing at the Jeer , and asking what manner of Youth this was ; Democrites a Spartan Exile replyed , If you have any Designs upon the Lacedaemonians , begin before this young Eagle's Talons are grown . Presently after this , Cleomenes being in Arcadia with a few Horse , and 300 Foot , the Ephori fearing to engage in the War , commanded him home , but upon his Retreat , Aratus taking Caphuae , they commission'd him again . In this Expedition he took Methudrium , and spoiled the Country of the Argives , and the Achaians : to stop his Victory , and secure their Friends , sent 20000 foot and 1000 Horse against him , under the Command of Aristomachus . Cleomenes fac'd them at Palantium , and offer'd Battle : But Aratus being dash'd at his Bravery , would not suffer the General to engage , but retreated , being curst by the Achaeans , and hooted at , and scorn'd by the Spartans , who were not above 5000 , for a Coward . Cleomenes encouraged by this Success , began to vaunt among the Citizens a Sentence of one of their ancient Kings , who said , The Spartans seldom enquired how many their Enemies were , but where they were . After this , marching to the Assistance of the Eleans , upon whom the Achaians warr'd , and about Lycaeum falling upon the Enemy in their Retreat , he routed their whole Army , taking a great number of Captives , and leaving many dead upon the Place ; so that it was commonly reported amongst the Greeks that Aratus was slain . But Aratus making the best Advantage of the Opportunity , presently after the Defear , march'd to Mantinaea , and before any body suspected it , took the City , and put a new Garrison into it . Upon this the Lacedaemonians being quite discouraged , and opposing Cleomenes's Design of carrying on the War , he was eager to send for Archidamus , Agis's Brother from Messena , for he of the other Family had a Right to the Kingdom ; and beside , Cleomenes thought that the Power of the Ephori would be abated when the Kingly State was fill'd up , and equally poised between the two Families . But those that were concern'd in the Murder of Agis understanding the Design , and fearing that upon Archidamus's Return they should be call'd to an Account , receiv'd him coming privately into Town , waited on him , and presently after murder'd him ; but whether Cleomenes was against it ( as Phylarchus imagines ) or whether he was perswaded by his Friends , and wink'd at the Contrivance , is uncertain ; however , they were most blam'd , as having forc'd his Consent . But he still resolving to new-model the State , brib'd the Ephori to make him General : and won the Affections of many others by means of his Mother Cratesiclaea , who spared no Cost , and was very zealous to promote the same Interest ; and though of her self she had no Inclination to marry , yet for her Son's sake she wedded one of the chiefest Citizens for Wealth and Power . Cleomenes marching forth with the Army now under his Command , took Leuctra , a place belonging to Megalopolis ; and the Achaeans quickly facing him with a good body of Men commanded by Aratus in a Battle under the very Walls of the City , some part of his Army was routed . But Aratus commanding the Achaeans not to pass a deep Hollow , and stopping the Pursuit , Lydiadas the Megalopolitan fretting at the Orders , encouraging the Horse which he led , and pursuing the routed Enemy , fell into a place full of Vines , Hedges and Ditches ; and being forc'd to break his Ranks , was put into a great Disorder . Cleomenes observing the Advantage , commanded the Tarentines and Cretans to engage him , by whom , after a brave Dispute he was routed and slain . The Lacedaemonians thus encouraged with a great shout fell upon the Achaeans and routed their whole Army . Of the slain , which were very many , some Cleomenes delivered upon Articles , but the Body of Lydiadas he commanded to be brought to him ; and then putting on it a purple Robe , and a Crown upon its Head , sent a Convoy with it to the Gates of Megalopolis . This Lydiadas was the Man that resign'd his Crown , restor'd Liberty to the Citizens , and joyn'd the City to the Achaean Interest . Cleomenes being very much raised by this Success ; and perswaded , that if matters were wholly at his Disposal , he should quickly be too hard for the Achaeans . He taught Megistones his Mother's Husband , That 't was expedient for the State to shake off the Power of the Ephori , and to put all their Wealth into one common Stock for the whole Body ; That Sparta being restor'd to its old Equality , might be rais'd up to be Mistriss of all Greece . Megistones liked the Design , and engaged two or three more of his Friends . About that time one of the Ephori sleeping in Pasiphae's Temple , dream'd a very surprizing Dream ; for he thought he saw the four Chairs removed out of the place where the Ephori used to sit and hear Causes , and one only set there ; and whilst he wondred , he heard a Voice out of the Temple , saying , This is best for Sparta . The Person telling Cleomenes this Dream , he was a little troubled at first , fearing that he us'd this as a Trick to sift him , upon some Suspicion of his Design ; but when he was satisfied that the Relater spoke truth , he took heart again ; and taking with him those whom he thought would be against his model , he took Eraea and Alcaea , two Cities of the Achaeans , furnish'd Orchomenium with Provisions , besieg'd Mantinaea ; and with long marches so harass'd the Lacedaemonians , that many of them desir'd to be left in Arcadia ; and he satisfy'd their Request . With the Mercenaries he march'd to Sparta , and by the way communicated his Design to those whom he thought fittest for his Purpose , and march'd slowly that he might catch the Ephori at Supper . When he was come near the City , he sent Eurycleidas to the Sussitium , the eating place of the Ephori , under pretence of carrying some Message from him from the Army ; Threicion , Phaebis , and two of those which were bred with Cleomenes , which they call Samothracae , follow'd with a few Souldiers ; And whilst Eurycleidas was delivering his Message to the Ephori , they ran upon them with their drawn Swords , and slew them . Agesilaus as soon as he was run through , fell , and lay as dead ; but in a little time he rose , silently convey'd himself out of the Room , and crept undiscover'd into a little House , which was the Temple of Fear , and which always us'd to be shut , but was then by chance open ; being got in , he shut the Door , and lay close : the other four were kill'd , and above ten more that came to their Assistance ; to those that were quiet , they did no harm , stopt none that fled the City , and spar'd Agesilaus , who came out of the Temple the next day . The Lacedaemonians have not only Temples dedicated to Fear , but also to Death , Laughter , and the like Passions : now they worship Fear , not as they do those Deities which they dread , esteeming it hurtfull , but thinking their Polity is chiefly kept up by Law ; and therefore the Ephori ( Aristotle is my Author ) when they enter upon their Government , make Proclamation to the People , that they should shave their Whiskers , and be obedient to the Laws , that they might not be forc'd to be severe , using this trivial Particular ( in my opinion ) to accustom their Youth to Obedience even in the smallest Matters . And the Ancients , I think , did not imagine Fortitude to be plain fearlessness , but a cautious Fear of Infamy and Disgrace : for those that show most Fear towards the Laws , are most bold against their Enemies ; and those are least afraid of any Danger , who are most afraid of a just reproach . Therefore he said well : A Reverence still attends on Fear .

And Homer , Fear'd you shall be , dear Vncle , and rever'd

And again , In silence fearing those that bore the sway .

For 't is very commonly seen , that Men reverence those whom they fear ; and therefore the Lacedaemonians plac'd the Temple of Fear by the Sussitium of the Ephori , having rais'd their Power to almost absolute Monarchy .

The next day Cleomenes proscrib'd 80 of the Citizens , whom he thought necessary to banish , and removed all the Seats of the Ephori except one , in which he himself design'd to sit , and hear Causes ; and calling the Citizens together , he made an Apology for his Proceedings , saying , That by Lycurgus the Senate was joyn'd to the Kings , and that that model of Government had continued a long time , and needed no other sort of Magistrates to give it perfection . But afterward in the long War with the Messenians , when the Kings being to command the Army , had no time to attend civil Causes , they chose some of their Friends , and left them to determine the Suits of the Citizens in their stead . These were call'd Ephori , and at first behav'd themselves as Servants to the Kings , but afterward by degrees they appropriated the Power to themselves , and erected a distinct sort of Magistracy . An evidence of the Truth of this may be taken from the usual Behaviour of the Kings , who upon the first and second Message of the Ephori , refuse to go , but upon the third readily attend them : And Asteropus , the first that rais'd the Ephori to that height of Power , liv'd a great many years after their Institution ; therefore whil'st they modestly contain'd themselves within their own proper Sphear , 't was better to bear with them than to make a disturbance . But that an upstart introduc'd Power should so far destroy the old model of Government , as to banish some Kings , murder others without hearing their defence , and threaten those who desir'd to see the best and most divine Constitution restor'd in Sparta , was unsufferable . Therefore if it had been possible for him without Bloodshed , to have freed Lacedaemon from those foreign Plagues , Luxury , Vanity , Debts and Usury , and from those more ancient Evils , Poverty and Riches , he should have thought himself the happiest King in the World , having like an expert Physician cur'd the Diseases of his Countrey without pain . But now in this necessity Lycurgus's Example favour'd his Proceedings , who being neither King , nor Magistrate , but a private Man , and aiming at the Kingdom , came arm'd into the Market-place , and for fear of the King Carileus fled to the Altar : but he being a good Man , and a lover of his Countrey , readily consented to Lycurgus's Project , and admitted an Alteration in the State. Thus by his own Actions Lycurgus show'd , That it was difficult to correct the Government without Force and Fear , in using which , he said , he would be so moderate , as never to desire their Assistance , but either to terrifie or ruine the Enemies of Sparta's Happiness and Safety . He commanded that all the Land should be left in common , and private Claims laid aside : That Debtors should be discharged of their Debts , and a strict search made , who were Foreigners , and who not : That the true Spartans , recovering their Courage , might defend the City by their Arms , and that we may no longer see Laconia , for want of a sufficient number to secure it , wasted by the Aetolians and Illyrians . Then he himself first , with his Father-in-law Megistones , and his Friends , brought all their Wealth into one publick Stock , and all the other Citizens follow'd the example : the Land was divided , and every one that he had banish'd , had a share assign'd him ; for he promis'd to restore all , as soon as things were settled and in quiet ; and compleating the common number of Citizens , out of the best and most agreeable of the neighbouring Inhabitants , he rais'd a Body of 4000 Men , and instead of a Spear , taught them to use a Sarissa , ( a long Pike ) with both hands , and to carry their Shields by a String fastned round their Arms , and not by a Handle , as before . After this he began to consult about the exercising and breeding of the Youth , ( many Particulars of which , Sphaerus being then at Sparta , directed ) and in a short time the Schools of Exercise , and their Sussitia , ( common eating Places ) recover'd their ancient Decency and Order , a few out of necessity , but the most voluntarily applying themselves to that generous and Laconick way of Living : besides , that the Name of Monarch might give them no jealousie , he made Eucleidas , his Brother , Partner in the Throne ; and that was the only time that Sparta had two Kings of the same Family . Then understanding that the Achaeans and Aratus imagin'd that this Change had disturb'd and shaken his Affairs , and that he would not venture out of Sparta , and leave the City now unsettled by so great an Alteration , he thought it great and serviceable to his Designs , to convince his Enemies that he was eagerly desirous of a War : And therefore making an Incursion into the Territories of Megalopolis , he wasted the Countrey very much , and got a considerable Booty . And at last taking those that us'd to act in the publick Solemnities travelling from Messena , and building a Theater in the Enemies Countrey , and setting a Prize of 40 l. value , he sate Spectator a whole day ; not that he either desir'd or needed such a Divertisement , but as it were insulting o're his Enemies , and that by thus manifestly despising them , he might show that he had more than conquer'd the Achaeans : For that alone of all the Greek or Kings Armies had no Stage-players , no Juglers , no dancing or singing Women attending it , but was free from all sorts of Loosness , Wantonness and Foppery ; the young Men being for the most part upon Duty , and the old Men teaching them at leisure time to apply themselves to their usual Drollery , and to rally one another facetiously after the Laconick fashion ; the Advantages of which I have discover'd in the Life of Lycurgus . He himself instructed all by his Example : he was a living Pattern of Temperance before every bodies eyes , and his course of Living was neither more stately nor more expensive than any of the Commons . And this was a considerable Advantage to him in his Designs on Greece ; for Men when they waited upon other Kings , did not so much admire their Wealth , costly Furniture , and numerous Attendance , as they hated their Pride and State , their difficulty of Access , and scornful commanding Answers to their Petitions . But when they came to Cleomenes , who was both really a King , and bore that Title , and saw no Purple , no Robes of State upon him , no Chairs and Couches about him for his ease , and that he did not receive Petitions , and return Answers after a long delay , by a number of Messengers , Waiters , or by Bills , but that he rose and came forward to meet those that came to wait upon him , staid , talk'd freely and graciously with all that had Business , they were extreamly taken , won to his Service , and profess'd that he alone was the true Son of Hercules . His common every days Meal was in a mean Room , very sparing , and after the Laconick manner ; and when he entertain'd Ambassadors or Strangers , two more Beds were added , and a little better Dinner provided by his Servants ; but no Fricacies , no Dainties , only the Dishes were larger , and the Wine more plentiful ; for he reprov'd one of his Friends for entertaining some Strangers , with nothing but Pulse and black Broth , such Diet as they usually had in their Phiditia , saying , That upon such occasions , and when they treat Strangers , 't was not requisite to be too exact Laconians . After Supper , a Stand was brought in with a brass Vessel full of Wine , two silver Pots , which held almost a Quart apiece , a few silver Cups , of which he that pleas'd might drink , but no Liquor was forc'd on any of the Guests . There was no Musick , nor was any requir'd ; for he entertain'd the Company , sometimes asking Questions , sometimes telling Stories : And his Discourse was neither too grave , and unpleasantly serious , nor vain and abusive , but merrily facetious ; for he thought those ways of catching Men by Gifts and Presents , which other Kings use , to be mean and inartificial ; and it seem'd to him to be the most glorious method , and most suitable to a King , to win the Affections of those that came near him , by pleasant Discourse , and unaffected Conversation : for a Friend and Mercenary differ only in this , that the one is made by Conversation and Agreeableness of Humour , and the other by Reward . The Mantineans were the first that oblig'd him ; for getting by night into the City , and driving out the Achaean Garrison , they put themselves under his Protection : he restor'd them their Polity and Laws , and the same day march'd to Tegea ; and a little while after fetching a Compass through Arcadia , he made a descent upon Pherae in Achaia , intending to force Aratus to a Battel , or bring him into Disrepute , for refusing to engage , and suffering him to wast the Countrey : Hyperbatus at that time commanded the Army , but Aratus had all the Power amongst the Achaeans . The Achaeans marching forth with their whole Strength , and incamping in Dumaeae , about Hecatombaeum , Cleomenes came up , and thinking it not advisable to pitch between Dumaeae , a City of the Enemies , and the Camp of the Achaeans , he boldly dar'd the Achaeans , and forc'd them to a Battel , and routing the Phalanx , slew a great many in the Fight , and took many Prisoners ; thence marching to Lagon , and driving out the Achaean Garrison , he restor'd the City to the Elaeans . The Affairs of the Achaeans being in this desperate condition , Aratus , who was wont to continue in his Government above a year , refus'd the Command , though they entreated and urg'd him to accept it ; and this was ill done , when the Storm was high , to put the Power out of his own hands , and set another to the Helm . Cleomenes at first propos'd fair and easie Conditions by his Ambassadors to the Achaeans ; but afterward he sent others , and requir'd the chief Command to be settled upon him ; and in other Matters he promis'd to agree to reasonable Terms , and to restore their Captives and their Countrey . The Achaeans were willing to come to an agreement upon those terms , and invited Cleomenes to Lerna , where an Assembly was to be held ; but it hapned that Cleomenes hastily marching on , and unreasonably drinking Water , brought up abundance of Blood , and lost his Voice : therefore being unable to continue his March , he sent the chiefest of the Captives to the Achaeans , and putting off the Meeting for some time retir'd to Lacedaemon . This ruin'd the Affairs of Greece , which was just then ready to recover it self out of its Disasters , and avoid the insulting and Covetousness of the Macedonians : for Aratus , whether fearing or distrusting Cleomenes , or envying his unlook'd-for Success , or thinking it a disgrace for him who had commanded 33 years , to have a young Man succeed to all his Glory and his Power , and be Head of that Government which he had been raising and setling so many years ; he first endeavour'd to keep the Achaeans from closing with Cleomenes ; but when they would not hearken to him , fearing Cleomenes's daring Spirit , and thinking the Lacedaemonian's Proposals to be very reasonable who design'd only to reduce Peloponnesus to its old Model , he took his last Refuge , in an Action which was unbecoming any of the Greeks , most dishonourable to him , and most unworthy his former Bravery and Exploits : for he call'd Antigonus into Greece , and fill'd Peloponnesus with Macedonians , whom he himself , when a Youth , having beaten their Garrison out of the Castle of Corinth , had driven from the same Countrey ; beside he declar'd himself an Enemy to all Kings , and hath left many dishonourable Stories of this same Antigonus , in those Commentaries which he wrote . And though he declares that he suffer'd considerable Losses , and underwent great dangers , that he might free Athens from the Power of the Macedonians , yet afterward he brought the very same Men arm'd into his own Countrey , and his own House , even to the Womens Apartment . He would not endure , that one of the Family of Hercules , and King of Sparta , and one that had reform'd the Polity of his Countrey , as it were a disorder'd Harmony , and tun'd it to the plain Dorick measure of Lycurgus , to be styl'd , Head of the Triccaeans and Sicyonians ; and whilst he fled the Pulse and short Coat , and , which were his chief Accusations against Cleomenes , the extirpation of Wealth , and reformation of Poverty , he basely subjected himself , together with Achaea , to the Diadem and Purple , to the imperious Commands of the Macedonians , and their Satrapae . That he might not seem to be under Cleomenes , he sacrific'd the Antigonea , ( Sacrifices in Honour of Antigonus ) and sung Paeans himself with a Garland on his Head , to the Honour of a rotten , consumptive Macedonian .

I write this not out of any design to disgrace Aratus ( for in many things he shew'd himself vigorous for the Graecian Interest , and a great Man ) but out of pity to the weakness of Humane Nature , which , in such a Person so excellent , and so many ways disposed to Vertue , cannot attain to a State irreprehensible . The Achaeans meeting again at Argos , and Cleomenes descending from Tegea , there were great hopes that all Differences would be compos'd . But Aratus , Antigonus , and He having already agreed upon the chief Articles of their League , fearing that Cleomenes would carry all before him , and either win , or force the Multitude to comply with his Demands , propos'd , that , having three hundred Hostages put into his Hands , he should come alone into the Town , or bring his Army to the place of Exercise , call'd Cillarabion , without the City , and treat there .

Cleomenes hearing this , said , That he was unjustly dealt with ; for they ought to have told him so plainly at first , and not now he was come even to their Doors , show their Jealousie , and deny him Admission : and writing an Epistle to the Achaeans about the same Subject ; the greatest part of which was an Accusation of Aratus ; and Aratus , on the other side , ripping up his Faults to the Assembly , he hastily dislodg'd ; and sent a Trumpeter to denounce War against the Achaeans , but not to Argos , but to Aegium , as Aratus delivers , that he might not give them notice enough to make Provision for their Defence . Upon this , the Achaeans were mightily disturb'd , the common People expecting a Division of the Land , and a Release from their Debts ; and the chief Men being on many Accounts displeas'd with Aratus , and some Angry and at odds with him , as the occasion of the Macedonians descent on Peloponnesus . Encouraged by these Misunderstandings , Cleomenes invades Achaea ; and first took Pellene by surprise , and beat out the Achaean Garrison ; and afterward brought over Pheneon and Pentelaeon to his side . Now the Achaeans suspecting some treacherous Designs at Corinth and Sicyon , sent their Horse and Mercenaries out of Argos to have an Eye upon those Cities , and they themselves went to Argos to celebrate the Nemean Games . Cleomenes advertis'd of this march , and hoping ( as it afterward fell out ) that upon an unexpected Advance to the City now busied in the Solemnity of the Games , and throng'd with numerous Spectators he should raise a considerable Terror and Confusion amongst them ; by night he march'd with his Army to the Walls , and taking the quarter of the Town call'd Aspis , which lies above the Theater , a place well fortify'd , and hard to be approach'd , he so terrify'd them , that none offer'd to resist , but agreed to accept a Garrison , to give twenty Citizens for Hostages , and to assist the Lacedaemonians , and that he should have the chief Command . This Action considerably encreas'd his Reputation , and his Power ; for the ancient Spartan Kings , though they many ways endeavour'd to effect it , could never bring Argos to be stedfastly and sincerely theirs . And Pyrrhus a most experienc'd Captain , and brave Souldier , though be entred the City by force , could not keep Possession , but was slain himself with a considerable part of his Army : Therefore they admir'd the Dispatch and Contrivance of Cleomenes ; and those that before derided him for saying that he imitated Solon and Lycurgus in releasing the People from their debts , and in equally dividing the Wealth of the Citizens , were now perswaded that he was the cause of the desirable Alterations in the Spartan Common-wealth : For before they were very low in the World , and so unable to secure their own that the Aetolians invading Laconia , brought away fifty thousand Slaves ; ( so that one of the elder Spartans is reported to have said , That They had done Laconia a kindness by unburdening it ) and yet a little while after applying themselves to their own Customs , and ancient Institution , they gave notable Instances of Courage as Obedience , and if they had been under the Eye of Lycurgus himself ; and quickly rais'd Sparta to be Head of all Greece , and recover'd Peloponnesus to themselves . Whilst Argos was taken , and Cleonae and Philius sided with Cleomenes , Aratus was at Corinth searching after some , who were reported to favour the Spartan Interest . The News being brought to him , disturb'd him very much ; for he perceiv'd the City inclining to Cleomenes , and the Achaeans willing to be at ease ; therefore he call'd all the Citizens into the common Hall , and , as it were undesignedly retreating to the Gate , he mounted his Horse that stood ready there , and fled to Sicyon ; and the Corinthians made such hast to Cleomenes at Argos , that ( as Aratus says ) striving who should be first there , they spoil'd all their Horses : and Cleomenes was very angry with the Corinthians for letting Aratus escape : And Megistones came from Cleomenes to him , desiring him to deliver up the Castle of Corinth , which was then garrison'd by the Achaeans , and offer'd him a considerable Sum of Money ; and that he answered , That Matters were not now in his Power , but he in theirs . Thus Aratus himself writes . But Cleomenes marching from Argos , and taking in the Traezenians , Epidaurians , and Hermioneans , came to Corinth , and block'd up the Castle which the Achaeans would not surrender ; and sending for Aratus's Friends and Stewards , committed his House and Estate to their Care and Management ; and sent Tritimallus the Messenian to him a second time , desiring that the Castle might be equally garrison'd by the Spartans and Achaeans , and promising to Aratus himself double the Pension that he receiv'd from King Ptolomy : But Aratus refusing the Conditions , and sending his own Son with other Hostages to Antigonus , and perswading the Achaeans to make a Decree for delivering the Castle into Antigonus's Hands , Cleomenes invaded the Territority of the Sicyonians , and by a Decree of the Corinthians , seiz'd on all Aratus's Estate . In the mean time Antigonus , with a great Army , pass'd Gerania , and Cleomenes thinking it more adviseable to fortifie and garrison , not the Isthmus , but the Mountains called Onia , and by a long Siege and Skirmishes to weary the Macedonians , than to venture a set Battle , put his Design in Execution , which very much distress'd Antigonus ; for he had not brought Victuals sufficient for his Army ; nor was it easie to force a way through whilst Cleomenes guarded the Pass . He attempted by night to pass through Lechaeum , but fail'd , and lost some Men ; so that Cleomenes and his Army were mightily encouraged , and so flusht with the Victory , and they went merrily to Supper ; and Antigonus was very much dejected , being reduc'd to those miserable straits . At last he design'd to march to the Promontory Heraeum , and thence transport his Army in Boats to Sicyon , which would take up a great deal of time , and be very chargeable . The same time about Evening some of Aratus's Friends came from Argos by Sea , and invited him to return , for the Argives would revolt from Cleomenes . Aristotle was the Man that wrought the Revolt , and he had no hard task to perswade the common People ; for they were all angry with Cleomenes for not releasing them from their Debts as they expected . Upon this Advertisement Aratus with fifteen hundred of Antigonus's Souldiers fail'd to Epidaurus ; but Aristotle not staying for his coming , drew out the Citizens , and fought against the Garrison of the Castle , and Timoxenus with the Achaeans from Sicyon , came to his Assistance . Cleomenes heard the News about the second Watch of the Night , and sending for Megistones angrily commanded him to go and set things right at Argos . This Megistones was the Man who pass'd his word for the Argives Loyalty , and perswaded him not to banish the suspected . This Megistones he dispatch'd with two thousand Souldiers , and observ'd Antigonus himself , and encouraged the Corinthians , pretending that there was no great matter in the Stirs at Argos , but only a little Disturbance rais'd by a few inconsiderable Persons . But when Megistones , entring Argos , was slain , and the Garrison could scarce hold out , and frequent Messengers came to Cleomenes for Succours , he fearing least the Enemy having taken Argos , should shut up the Passes , and securely waste Laconia , and besiege Sparta it self , which he had left without Forces ; he dislodg'd from Corinth , and presently lost that City ; for Antigonus entred it , and garrison'd the Town . He turn'd aside from his direct March , and assaulting the Wall of Argos , endeavour'd to break in ; and having clear'd a way under the quarter called Aspis , he joyn'd the Garrison which still held out against the Achaeans ; some parts of the City he scal'd , and took , and his Cretan Archers clear'd the Streets . But when he saw Antigonus with his Phalanx descending from the Mountains into the Plain , and the Horse on all sides entring the City , he thought it impossible to maintain his Post , and therefore with all his Men made a safe Retreat behind the Wall. Having in a short time rais'd himself to a considerable height , and in one March made himself Master of almost all Peloponnesus , and lost all again in as short a time : For some of his Allies presently forsook him , and others not long after put themselves under Antigonus's Protection . His Army thus defeated , as he was leading back the Relicks of his Forces , some from Lacedaemon met him in the Evening at Tegea , and brought him News of as great a Misfortune as that which he had lately suffer'd , and that was the Death of his Wife , whom he doted on so much , that when he was most prosperous , he would ever now and then make a step to Sparta , to visit his beloved Aegiatis .

This News afflicted him extreamly , and he griev'd , as a young Man would do for the loss of a very beautiful and excellent Wife ; yet his Passion did not debase the greatness of his Mind , but keeping his usual Voice , his Countenance , and his Habit , he gave necessary Orders to his Captains , and took care to secure the Tegeans . The next day he retir'd to Sparta , and having at home with his Mother and Children bewail'd the loss , and finish'd his Mourning , he presently appear'd about the publick Affairs of the State. Now Ptolomy , the King of Aegypt , promis'd him Assistance , but demanded his Mother and Children for Hostages : this for some considerable time he was asham'd to discover to his Mother ; and though he often went to her on purpose , and was just upon the Discourse , yet still refrain'd , and kept it to himself : so that she began to suspect somewhat , and ask'd his Friends , Whether Cleomenes had somewhat to say to her , which he was afraid to speak ? At last Cleomenes venturing to tell her , she laugh'd heartily , and said , Was this the thing that you had often a mind to tell me , and was afraid ? Why do not you put me on Shipboard , and send this Carkase where it may be most serviceable to Sparta , before Age wastes it unprofitably here ? Therefore all things being provided for the Voyage , they went to Taenarus on Foot , and the Army waited on them . Cratesiclaea , when she was ready to go on Board , took Cleomenes aside into Neptune's Temple , and embracing him who was very much dejected , and extreamly discompos'd , she said thus , Go to King of Sparta ; when we are without door , let none see us Weep , or show any Passion below the Honour and Dignity of Sparta ; for that alone is in our own Power : as for Success or Disappointments , those wait on us as the Deity decrees . Having said thus , and compos'd her Countenance , she went to the Ship with her little Grandson , and bad the Pilot put presently out to Sea. When she came to Aegypt , and understood that Ptolomy entertain'd Proposals and Overtures of Peace from Antigonus , and that Cleomenes , tho the Achaeans invited and urg'd him to an Agreement , was afraid , for her sake , to come to any , without Ptolomy's consent , she wrote to him , advising him to do that which was most becoming and most profitable for Sparta , and not for the sake of an old Woman and a little Child , always stand in fear of Ptolomy : this Character she maintain'd in her Misfortunes . Antigonus having taken Tegea , and plunder'd Orchomenum and Mantinaea , Cleomenes was shut up within the narrow Bounds of Laconia , and made such of the Heilots as could pay five Attick pounds , free of Sparta , and by that means got together 500 Talents ; and arming 2000 after the Macedonian fashion , that he might make a Body fit to oppose Antigonus's Lucaspidae ( white Shields ) he undertook a very considerable and very surprizing Enterprize . Megalopolis was at that time a City of itself , as big and as powerful as Sparta , and had the Forces of the Achaeans and Antigonus encamping on its sides ; and it was chiefly the Megalopolitans doing , that Antigonus was call'd in to assist the Achaeans . Cleomenes having a design upon this City , ( no Action was ever more sudden and more unexpected ) order'd his Men to take five days Provision , and so march'd to Sellasia , as if he intended to spoil the Country of the Argives ; but from thence making a descent into the Territories of Megalopolis , and refreshing his Army about Rhaetium , he march'd through Helicon , directly to the City . When he was not far off the Town , he sent Panteus with two Regiments to surprize the Mesopyrgion , ( the Quarter between the two Towers ) which he understood to be the most unguarded Quarter of the Megalopolitans Fortifications ; and with the rest of his Forces he follow'd leisurely Panteus , not only surpriz'd that place , but finding a great part of the Wall without Guards , he pull'd down some Places , and demolish'd others , and kill'd all the Defenders that he found . Whilst he was thus busied , Cleomenes came up to him , and was got with his Army within the City , before the Megalopolitans knew of the surprize : At last , as soon as it was discover'd , some left the Town immediately , taking with them what Money they had ready ; some arm'd , and engag'd the Enemy ; and tho' they were not able to beat them out , yet they gave their Citizens time and opportunity safely to retire : so that there were not above 1000 Persons left in the Town , all the rest flying with their Wives and Children , and escaping to Messena . A great number of those that arm'd and fought the Enemy , were sav'd , and very few taken , amongst whom were Lysandridas and Thearidas , two Men of great Power and Reputation amongst the Magalopolitans ; and therefore the Soldiers , as soon as they were taken , brought them to Cleomenes : And Lysandridas , as soon as he saw Cleomenes afar off , cry'd out : Now King of Sparta , 't is in your power by doing a most Kingly and braver Action than you have alredy perform'd , to purchase a considerable Glory . And Cleomenes guessing at his meaning , reply'd , What do you say Lysandridas , sure you will not advise me to restore your City to you again ? 'T is that which I mean ; Lysandridas reply'd , and I advise you not to ruin so brave a City , but to fill it with faithful and stedfast Friends and Allies , by restoring their Country to the Megalopolitans , and being the Saviour of so considerable a People . Cleomenes paus'd a while , and then said , 'T is very hard to trust so far in these Matters ; but with us let Profit always yield to Glory . Having said this , he sent the two Men to Messena with a Trumpeter from himself , offering the Megalopolitans their City again , if they would forsake the Achaean Interest , and be on his side . Thô Cleomenes made these kind and obliging Proposals , yet Philopaemen would not suffer them to break their League with the Achaeans ; and accusing Cleomenes to the People , as if his design was not to restore the City , but to take the Citizens too , he forc'd Thearidas and Lysandridas to leave Messena .

This was that Philopaemen , who was afterward Chief of the Achaeans , and a Man of the greatest Reputation amongst the Greeks , as I have made it appear in his own Life . This News coming to Cleomenes , though he had before taken such strict care that the City should not be plunder'd , yet then being in a Fury , and put out of all Patience , he rifled them of all their Coin , Plate and Jewels , and sent their Statues and Pictures unto Sparta ; and demolishing a great part of the City , he march'd away for fear of Antigonus and the Achaeans : but they never stirr'd , for they were in Aegium , at a Council of War. There Aratus mounted the Desk , wept a long while , and held his Mantle before his Face ; and at last , the company being amaz'd , and commanding him to speak , he said , Megalopolis is ruin'd by Cleomenes , The Assembly was presently Dissolv'd ; the Achaeans being extremely surpriz'd at the suddeness and greatness of the loss ; and Antigonus intending to send speedy succors , when he found his Army to gather very slowly out of their Winter-Quarters , he sent them Orders to continue there still ; and he himself march'd to Argos with a considerable Body of Men. The The second Enterprize of Cleomenes seem'd to be carry'd on by extreme Boldness and unaccountable Madness ; but yet in Polybius's Opinion , was done upon mature Deliberation and exact Fore-sight : for knowing very well that the Macedonians were dispers'd into their Winter-Quarters , and that Antigonus with his Friends and a few Mercenaries about him , winter'd in Argos ; upon these Considerations he invaded the Country of the Argives , hoping to shame Antigonus to a Battle upon unequal terms , or else if he did not dare to fight , to bring him into Disrepute with the Achaeans . And this accordingly hapned ; for Cleomenes wasting , plundring , and spoiling the whole Countrey , the Argives vex'd at the loss , ran in Troops to the Palace of the King , and clamour'd that he should either fight , or surrender his Command to better and braver Men. But Antigonus , as became an experienc'd Captain , accounting it dishonourable , foolishly to hazard his Army , and quit his Security , and not to be abus'd and rail'd at by the Rabble , would not march out against Cleomenes , but stood fix'd to the Designs which he had laid : Cleomenes in the mean time brought his Army up to the very Walls , and having uncontroul'dly spoil'd the Countrey , and insulted o'er his Enemies , drew off again . A little while after being advertis'd that Antigonus design'd for Tegea , and thence to make an Incursion into Laconia , he hastily march'd with his Army another way , and appear'd early in the morning before Argos , and wasted the Fields about it : the Corn he did not cut down with Reaping-hooks and Scythes , as Men usually do , but beat it down with Staves made like Scymetars , as if with a great deal of Contempt and wanton Scorn he spoil'd the Fields , and wasted the Country in his march ; yet when his Soldiers would have set Cyllabris , the School of Exercise on Fire , he hindred the Attempt , reflecting upon serious consideration , that the Outrages committed at Megalopolis , were the effects of his Passion rather than his Wisdom . He pretended to make such little account of , and so much to despise Antigonus , who first retir'd to Argos , and afterward plac'd Garisons on all the Mountains round about , that he sent a Trumpeter to desire the Keys of Heraeum , ( Iuno's Temple ) that he might sacrifice to the Goddess . Thus with a Scoff and bitter Reflection on Antigonus , and having sacrific'd to the Goddess under the Walls of the Temple , which was shut , he march'd to Phlius ; and from thence driving out those that Garison'd Hologountum , he march'd down to Orchomenum . And these Enterprizes not only encourag'd the Citizens , but made him appear to the very Enemies to be an experienc'd Captain , and very worthy of Command : for with the Strength of one City , not only to fight the Power of the Macedonians , and all the Poloponnesians ; not only to preserve Laconia from being spoil'd , but to waste the Enemies Country , and to take so many and such considerable Cities , is an Argument of no common Bravery . He that first said , That Money was the Sinews of Affairs , seem'd chiefly in that Saying to respect War : And Demades , when the Athenians had voted that a Navy should be made ready , but had no Money , said , They should make Bread before they thought of Sailing . And the old Archidamus , in the beginning of the Poloponnesian War , when the Allies desir'd , that each Parties share of Contributions for the War should be determin'd , is reported to have said , War cannot be kept to a set Diet : For as well breath'd Wrestlers do in time weary and tire out the most active and most skilful Combitant ; so Antigonus coming to the War with a great stock of Wealth , weary'd out Cleomenes , whose Poverty made it difficult for him either to provide Pay for the Mercenaries , or Provisions for the Citizens . For in all other Respects the Time favour'd Cleomenes ; for Antigonus's Affairs at home began to be disturb'd : for the Barbarians wasted and over-ran Macedonia whilst he was absent ; and at that time a vast Army of the Illyrians came down : to be freed from whose Outrages , the Macedonians sent for Antigonus , and the Letters had almost been brought to him before the Battel was fought ; upon the receipt of which he presently dislodg'd , and left the Achaeans Affairs to themselves . But Fortune , that loves to determine the greatest Affairs by a Minute , in this Conjuncture show'd such an exact niceness of Time , that immediately after the Battle in Sellasia was over , and Cleomenes had lost his Army and his City , the Messengers reach'd Antigonus . And this made Cleomenes's Misfortune more to be pitied ; for if he had forborn fighting two days longer , there had been no need of hazarding a Battle , since upon the departure of the Macedonians , he might have had what Conditions he pleas'd from the Achaeans . But now ( as I hinted before ) for want of Money , being necessitated to rely wholly on his Arms , he was forc'd with 20000 ( this is Polybius's Account ) to engage thirty thousand ; and approving himself an excellent Commander in this Difficulty , his Citizens showing an extraordinary Courage , and his Mercenaries Bravery enough ; he was over-born by the different way of fighting , and the weight of the arm'd Phalanx . Besides , Phylarchus affirms , that the Treachery of some about him was the chief Cause of Cleomene's Ruine . For Antigonus gave Orders , that the Illyrians and Acharnanians should march round by a secret way , and encompass the other Wing which Eucleidas , Cleomenes's Brother Commanded ; and then drew out the rest of his Forces to the Battel . And Cleomenes , from a convenient Rising , viewing his Order , and not seeing any of the Illyrians and Acharnanians , began to suspect that Antigonus had sent them upon some such Design ; and calling for Damoteles , who was to inspect and to provide against Ambushes , commanded him carefully to look after , and discover the Enemies Designs upon his Rear .

But Damoteles ( for some say Antigonus had brib'd him ) telling him that he should not be solicitous about that matter , for all was well enough , but mind , and fight those that met him in the Front. He was satisfied , and advanc'd against Antigonus ; and by the vigorous Charge of his Spartans , made the Macedonian Phalanx give ground , and press'd upon them with great Advantage about halfe a Mile ; but then making a stand , and seeing the danger which the surrounded Wing commanded by his Brother Eucleidas was in , he cry'd out , Thou art lost , dear Brother , thou art lost , thou brave example to our Spartan Youth , and Theme of our Matron's Songs .

Eucleidas's Wing being thus cut in pieces , and the Conquerors from that part falling upon his Battle , he perceiv'd his Soldiers to be disorder'd , and unable to maintain the Fight , and therefore provided for his own safety . When he came into the City , he advised those Citizens that he met , to receive Antigonus ; and as for himself , he said , which should appear most advantageous to Sparta , whether his Life or Death , that he would chuse . Seeing the Women running out to those that fled with him , taking their Arms , and bring Drinking to them , he entred into his own House , and his Servant , which was a Free-born Woman , taken from Megalopolis after his Wife's Death , offering , as she us'd to do , to make necessary Provision for him returning from the Battle ; thô he was very thirsty , he refus'd to drink , and thô very weary , to sit down ; but Arm'd as he was , he clapt his Arm side-way to a Pillar , and leaning his Forehead upon his Elbow , he rested his Body a little while , and ran over in his Thoughts what course he should take , and then with his Friends went presently to Gythium ; where finding Ships fitted for the purpose , they embark'd . Antigonus taking the City , Treated the Lacedemonians courteously , and neither affronting , nor ruining the Dignity of Sparta , but permitting them to enjoy their own Laws and Polity , and sacrificing to the Gods , dislodg'd the the third day : for he heard that there was a great War kindled in Macedonia , and that the Country was spoil'd by the Barbarians ; besides , he grew sick of a Consumption and continual Defluxion on the Lungs , yet he still kept up that he might return and free his own Country , and fall more Gloriously upon an heap of slaughter'd Barbarians . As Phylarchus says , and 't is probable , he broke a Vein by shouting in the Battle . In the Plays 't was said , that after the Victory he cry'd out for Joy , O fine Day ! and presently bringing up abundance of Blood , fell into a Fever , and dy'd in a short time . And thus much concerning Antigonus .

Cleomenes sailing from Cytherae , touch'd at another Island call'd Aegyalia , whence , as he was about to depart from Cyrene , one of his Friends , Therycion by name , a Man of an haughty Spirit in all Enterprizes , and high and boasting in his Talk , came privately to him , and said thus ; Sir , Death in Battel , which is the most Glorious , we have let go ; though all heard us say , that Antigonus should never tread over the King of Sparta , unless dead : And now , that which is next in Bravery and Glory , is presented to us . Whither do we madly sail , flying that which is near , and seeking that which is far removed ? For if it is not dishonourable for the Race of Hercules , to serve the Successors of Philip and Alexander , we shall save a long Voyage by delivering our selves up to Antigonus , who probably surpasseth Ptolomy as much as the Macedonians do the Aegyptians ; but if we think it mean to submit to those whose Arms have conquer'd us , why should we chuse him for our Lord by whom we have not yet been beaten ? Is it that instead of one we might appear meaner than two , whilst we fly Antigonus , and flatter Ptolemy ? Or , is it for your Mothers sake that you retreat to Aegypt ? It will indeed be a very fine , and very desirable sight for her to be shown her Son by Ptolemy 's Women , now chang'd from a Prince into an Exile and a Slave . Are we not still Masters of our own Swords ? And whilst we have Laconia in view , shall we not here free our selves from this disgraceful Misery , and clear our selves to those , who at Sellasia dy'd for the Honour and Defence of Sparta ? Or , shall we sit lazily in Aegypt enquiring what News from Sparta ? and whom Antigonus hath been pleas'd to make Governor of Lacedemon ? Thus spoke Therycion ; and this was Cleomenes's Reply ; By seeking Death , you Coward , the most easie , and most ready Refuge , you fancy that you shall appear couragious and brave , though this Flight is baser than thy former . Better Men than we have given way to their Enemies , having been betray'd by Fortune , or oppress'd by Multitude ; but he that sinks under Labour or Afflictions , the Opinions or Reproaches of Men , is overcome by his own Effeminacy and Softness : For a voluntary Death ought not to be chosen as a Relief from Action , but an Exemplary Action it self ; and 't is base either to live or die only to our selves . That Death to which you now invite us , I propos'd only as a Release from our present Miseries , but carries nothing of Bravery or Profit in it . And I think it becomes both me and you not to despair of our Country ; but when there are no hopes of that left , those that have an Inclination may quickly die . To this Therycion return'd no Answer ; but as soon as he could get out of Cleomenes's Company , went toward the Shore , and ran himself through . But Cleomenes sailed from Aegialia , landed in Lybia , and being honourably conducted through the King's Country , came to Alexandria . When he was first brought to Ptolomy , no more than common Civilities , and usual Ceremonies were paid him but when , upon tryal , he found him a Man of deep Sense , and great Reason , and that his plain Laconick way of Conversation carried a free Pleasantness with it , that he did nothing unbecoming the greatness of his Birth , nor bent under Fortune , and appear'd a more faithful Counsellor , than those who made it their business to please and flatter ; he was asham'd , and repented that he had neglected so great a Man , and suffer'd Antigonus to get so much Power and Reputation by ruining him . Therefore he heap'd up Honours and Kindnesses on Cleomenes , and gave him Hopes that he would furnish him with an Army and a Navy to recover Greece , and re-instate him in his Throne . Besides , he allow'd him a yearly Pension of four and twenty Tallents ; a little part of which Sum supplied his and his Friends thrifty Temperance ; and the rest was imploy'd in doing good Offices to , and in relieving the Necessities of those that fled Greece , and retir'd into Aegypt .

But the elder Ptolomy dying before Cleomenes's Affairs had receiv'd a full Dispatch , and the Successor being a loose , voluptuous and effeminate Prince , under the power of his Pleasures and his Women , his Business was neglected for the King was so besotted with his Women and his Wine , that Balls , Musick and Dancing , were the only Employments of his most busie and serious hours , and the greatest Affairs of State were manag'd by Agathoclea the King's Mistress , her Mother , and the Pimp Oinanthes . Therefore at the first they seem'd to stand in need of Cleomenes ; for Ptolemy being afraid of his Brother Magas , who by his Mother's means had a great Interest among the Soldiers , took Cleomenes into his Cabinet-Council , and acquainted him with the Design of taking off his Brother . He , though all were for it , declar'd his opinion to the contrary , saying , The King , if it were possible , should have more Brothers for the better security and management of his Affairs : And Sosibius , the greatest Favourite , replying , That they were not secure of the Mercenaries whilst Magas was alive ? Cleomenes return'd , That he need not trouble himself about that Matter ; for amongst the Mercenaries there were above 3000 Pelopponesians , who were his fast Friends , and whom he could command at any time with his Nod. This Discourse made Cleomenes for the present to be look'd upon as a Man of Integrity and Power ; but afterwards ( Ptolomy's Weakness increasing his Fear , and , as it usually happens , where there is no Judgment and Wisdom at the bottom , placing his Security in Jealousie and Suspicion ) rendred Cleomenes suspected to the Courtiers , as having too much Interest with the Mercenaries ; and many had this Saying in their Mouths , That he was a Lion midst a flock of Sheep : for such he seem'd to be in the Court , slyly overlooking and taking notice of the management of Affairs ; therefore when he desir'd a Navy and an Army from the King , his Petition was rejected . But when he understood that Antigonus was dead , that the Achaians were engag'd in a War with the Aetolians , and that the Affairs of Pelopponnesus , being now in very great Distraction and Distress , requir'd and invited his Assistance , he desir'd leave to depart only with his Friends , but could not obtain that , the King not so much as hearing his Petition , being shut up amongst his Women , and wasting his Hours in Debauchery and Frolicks . But Sosibius , the chief Minister of State , thought that Cleomones being detain'd against his will , would grow ungovernable and dangerous , and yet that it was not safe to let him go , being an aspiring , daring Man , and well acquainted with the Diseases and Weakness of the Kingdom ; for no Presents , no Gifts , could win him to a Complyance . But as the Ox Apis , though revelling in all possible plenty and delight , yet desires to live as nature would provide for him , to be at liberty , and frisk about the Fields , and can scarce endure to be uuder the Priests keeping ; so he could not brook their Courtship , and tender Entertainment , but like Achilles , Whilst there , his heart did waste with secret grief , And he was eager for the noisy Wars .

His Affairs standing in this condition , Nicagoras the Messenian came to Alexandria , a Man that deeply hated Cleomenes , yet pretended to be his Friend ; for he had formerly sold Cleomenes a fair Estate , but never receiv'd the Money , because Cleomenes was either unable , ( as it may be ) or else , by reason of his engagement in the Wars and other Distractions , had no time to pay him . Cleomenes seeing him landing , ( for he was then walking upon the Key ) kindly saluted him , and ask'd , What Business brought to Aegypt ? Nicagoras return'd his Compliment , and told him , That he came to bring some excellent War-horses to the King. And Cleomenes with a Smile subjoyn'd , I wish you had rather brought Pimps , Whores , and Pathicks ; for those now are the King 's chief Delight . Nicagoras at the present smil'd at the Conceit ; but a few days after he put Cleomenes in mind of the Estate that he had bought of him , and desir'd his Money , protesting that he would not have trouble him , if his Merchandize had turned to that Account , which he thought it would . Cleomenes reyly'd , That he had not a penny left of all that had been given him : At which Answer Nicagoras being nettled , told Sosibius Cleomenes's Scoff upon the King. He caress'd him for the Discovery , but desiring to have some greater Reason to excite the King against Cleomenes , persuaded Nicagoras to leave a Letter written against Cleomenes , importing that he had a Design , if he could have gotten Ships and Soldiers , to surprize Cyrene : Nicagoras wrote such a Letter , and left Aegypt . Four days after Sosibius brought the Letter to Ptolomy , pretending it was just then deliver'd him , and with a bitter Invective excited the Fury of the Youth ; upon this it was agreed , that Cleomenes should be invited into a large Apartment , and treated as formerly , but not suffer'd to go out again : this Usage was grievous to Cleomenes , and by this unlucky Accident , his Hopes for the future seem'd to be quite dash'd . Ptolomy , the Son of Chrysermas , a Favourite of the Kings , always carried himself fairly towards Cleomenes ; they contracted a near Acquaintance , and would talk freely together about the State. He upon Cleomenes's Desire came to him , had some Discourse with him , upon a few and inconsiderable Subjects , to avoid suspicion , and made some Excuses for the King ; but as he went out again , not knowing that Cleomenes follow'd him to the Door , he very severely reprimanded the Keepers , for their Carelessness in looking after so great and so furious a wild Beast . This Cleomenes himself heard , and retiring before Ptolomy perceiv'd it , told his Friends what he had heard . Upon this they cast off all their former Hopes , and determin'd for violent Proceedings , resolving to be reveng'd on Ptolomy for his base and unjust Dealing to have satisfaction for the Affronts , to die as it became Spartans , and not stay till , like fatted Sacrifices , they were Butcher'd : for 't was both grievous and dishonourable for Cleomenes , who had scorn'd to come to Terms with Antigonus , a brave Warrior , and a Man of Action , to wait an effeminate King's leisure , till he should lay aside his Fiddle , and end his Dance , and then kill him . These Courses being resolv'd on , and Ptolomy hapning at the same time to make a Progress to Canopus , they first spread abroad a Report , that his Freedom was order'd by the King ; and it being the King's custom , to send Presents and an Entertainment to those whom he would free , Cleomenes Friends made that Provision , and sent it into the Prison , thereby deceiving the Keepers , who thought it had been sent by the King ; for he sacrific'd , and gave them large Pottions , and with a Crown upon his Head feasted and made merry with his Friends : 't is said , that he began the Action sooner than he design'd , having understood that a Servant of one of the Accomplices lay abroad with a Mistress that he lov'd . This made him afraid of a Discovery ; and therefore as soon as it was full Noon , and all the Keepers drunk and fast asleep , he put on his Coat , and opening the Seam on his right Shoulder , with his drawn Sword in his hand he issued forth , together with his Friends , provided in the same manner , making 13 in all . One of them , by Name Hippotas , was lame , he follow'd the first Onset very well ; but when afterward he perceiv'd that they were more slow in their Advances for his sake , he desir'd them to run him through , and not ruine their Enterprize , by staying for an useless , unprofitable Man. By chance an Alexandrian was then riding by the Door , him they threw off , and setting Hippotas on Horseback , ran through the narrow Lanes , and proclaim'd Liberty to the People ; but they , it seems , had Courage enough to praise and admire Cleomenes's Daring , but not one had the heart to follow and assist him . Three of them fell on Ptolomy , the Son of Chrysermas , as he was coming out of the Palace , and kill'd him : Another Ptolomy , the Lieutenant of the City , advancing against them in a Chariot , they set upon , dispers'd his Guards and Attendants , and pulling him out of the Chariot , kill'd him upon the place . Then they made toward the Castle , designing to break open the Prison , and take the Prisoners to their Assistance ; but the Keepers were too quick for them , and secur'd the Passages . Being baffled in this attempt , Cleomenes with his Company roam'd about the City , none joyning with him , but all retreating from , and flying his approach : therefore despairing of Success , and saying to his Friends , That it was no wonder that Women rul'd o'er those Men that fled Liberty , he excited them all to dye as bravely as became his Followers , and Men of their Glorious performances . This said , Hippotas was first , as he desir'd , run through by one of the young Men , and then each of them readily and resolutely fell upon his own Sword , except Panteus , that Panteus that first surpriz'd Megalopolis . This Man being a very handsom Person , and a better Companion than any of the Youth , the King lov'd , and bade him , when he had seen him and the rest fall'n , dye , by their Example . Panteus walk'd over them as they lay , and prick'd every one with his Dagger , to try whether any was alive ; when he prick'd Cleomenes in the Leg , and saw him turn upon his Back , he kiss'd him , sate down by him , and when he was quite dead , cover'd his Carkass , and then kill'd himself upon his Body .

Thus fell Cleomenes , , that great , brave Man , after he had been king of Sparta sixteen Years . The news of their Fall being nois'd through the City , Cratesilaea , though a Woman of a great Spirit , could not bear up against the insupportable weight of this Affliction ; but embracing Cleomenes's Children , made grievous Lamentations ; but the eldest Boy , none suspecting such a Spirit in a Child , threw himself headlong from the top of the House ; he was bruis'd very much , but not kill'd by the Fall , and was taken up crying , and expressing his Resentments for not being permitted to destroy himself . Ptolomy , as soon as an account of the Action was brought him , gave order that Cleomenes's Body should be Flea'd and hung up ; that his Children , Mother , and the Women that were with her , should be kill'd . Amongst those was Panteus's Wife , a very fair Woman , and of a stately Carriage , who had been but newly Married , and suffer'd these disasters in the height of her Love. Her Parents would not let her embark with Panteus presently after they were Married , though she eagerly desir'd it , but shut her up , and kept her by violence at home ; yet a few days after she got a Horse and a little Money , and escaping by Night , made speed to Taenarus , where she embark'd for Aegypt , came to her Husband , and with him cheerfully endur'd to live in a Foreign Country . She led Cratesiclaea as she was going with the Soldiers to Execution , help up her Train , and begg'd her to be courageous , who of her self was not in the least afraid of Death , and desir'd nothing else , but only to be kill'd before the Children . When they were come to the place of Execution , the Children were first kill'd before Cratesiclaea's Eyes , and afterward she her self , with only these words in her Mouth ; O Children , whither 〈◊〉 you gone ? But Pantaeus's Wife girding her Garments close to her , and being a strong Woman , without any Noise or Lamentation , lookt after every one that was slain , and wound them up as well as her present Circumstances would permit ; and after all , were kill'd , dressing her self , bound her Cloaths close about her , and suffering none to come near , or be an Eye-witness of her Fall , beside the Executioner , she courageously submitted to the stroak , and wanted no body to look after her , or wind her up after she was dead . Thus in her Death the Modesty of her Mind appear'd , and set the Guard upon her Body , which she always kept when alive : And she in the declining Age of the Spartans shew'd , That Women were no unequal Rivals of the Men , and was an Instance of such a Courage as would not sneak to the Affronts of Fortune . A few days after , those that watch'd the hanging Body of Cleomenes , saw a very great Snake winding about his Head , and covering his Face , so that no Bird of Prey should fly at it . This made the King superstitiously afraid , and set the Women upon several Lustrations , as if he had been an extraordinary Man , and one belov'd by the Gods that had been slain . And the Alexandrians made Processions to the Place , and gave Cleomenes the Title of Heroe , and Son of the Gods , till the Philosophers satisfied them , by saying , That , as Oxen breed Bees , putrifying Horses breed Hornets , and Beetles rise from the Carkasses of dead Asses , so the Humours and Iuices of the Marrow of a Man's Body coagulating , produce Serpents . And this the Ancients observing , appropriated a Serpent rather than any other Creature to Heroe's .

PROLOGUE , Spoke by Mr. MOUNTFORT . I Think or hope , at least , the Coast is clear , That none but Men of Wit and Sence are here : That our Bear-Garden Friends are all away , Who bounce with Hands and Feet , and cry Play , Play. Who to save Coach-hire , trudge along the Street , Then print our Matted Seats with dirty Feet ; Who , while we speak , make Love to Orange-Wenches , And between Acts stand strutting on the Benches : Where got a Cock-horse , making vile Grimaces , They to the Boxes show their Booby Faces . A Merry-Andrew , such a Mob will serve , And treat 'em with such Wit as they deserve : Let 'em go People Ireland , where there 's need Of such new Planters to repair the Breed ; Or to Virginia or Jamaica Steer , But have a care of some French Privateer ; For if they should become the Prize of Battle , They 'll take 'em Black and White for Irish Cattle . Arise true Iudges in your own Defence , Controul those Foplings , and declare for Sence : For should the Fools prevail , they stop not there , But make their next Descent upon the Fair. Then rise ye Fair ; for it concerns you most , That Fools no longer should your Favours boast ; 'T is time you should renounce 'em , for we find They plead a senseless Claim to Woman kind : Such Squires are only fit for Country Towns , To stink of A●e ; and dust a Stand with Clownes : Who , to be chosen for the Lands Protectors , Tope and get Drunk before their Wise Electors . Let not Farce Lovers your weak Choice upbraid , But turn 'em over to the Chamber-maid . Or if they come to see our Tragick Scenes , Instruct them what a Spartan Hero means : Teach 'em how manly Passions ought to move , For such as cannot Think can never Love : And since they needs will judge the Poets Art , Point 'em with Fescu's to each shining Part. Our Author hopes in you , but still in pain , He fears your Charms will be employ'd in vain ; You can make Fools of Wits , we find each Hour , But to make Wits of Fools , is past your Power .
EPILOGUE , Spoke by Mrs. BRACEGIRDLE . THis Day , the Poet bloodily inclin'd , Has made me die , full sore against my Mind ! Some of you naughty Men , I fear , will cry , Poor Rogue ! would I might teach thee how to die ! Thanks for your Love ; but I sincerely say , I never mean to die , your wicked way . Well , since it is Decreed all Flesh must go , ( And I am Flesh , at least for ought you know ; ) I first declare , I die with pious Mind , In perfect Charity with all Mankind . Next for my Will : I have , in my dispose , Some certain Moveables would please you Beaux ; As , first , my Youth ; for as I have been told , Some of you , modish Sparks , are dev'lish old . My Chastity I need not leave among yee : For to suspect old Fops , were much to wrong ye . You swear y' are Sinners ; but for all your haste , Your Misses shake their Heads , and find you chaste . I give my Courage to those bold Commanders That stay with us , and dare not go for Flanders . I leave my Truth , ( to make his Plot more clear , ) To Mr. Fuller , when he next shall swear . I give my Iudgment , craving all your Mercyes , To those that leave good Plays , for damn'd dull Farces . My small Devotion let the Gallants share That come to ogle us at Evening Pray'r . I give my Person let me well consider , Faith e'en to him that is the fairest Bidder . To some rich Hunks , if any be so bold To say those dreadful Words , To have and hold . But stay to give , and be bequeathing still , When I 'm so poor , is just like Wickham's Will : Like that notorious Cheat , vast Sums I give , Only that you may keep me while I live . Buy a good Bargain , Gallants , while you may , I 'll cost you but your Half-a-Crown a day .
Persons Represented . Mr. Betterton . Mr. Lee. Mr. Alexander . Mr. Sandford . Mr. Mountford . Mr. Kynaston . Mr. Hudson . Mrs. Betterton . Mrs. Bracegirdle . Mrs. Barry .
CLEOMENES THE Spartan-Heroe , A TRAGEDY .
ACT I.
SCENE I. SCENE , The Sea-Port of Alexandria . Cleomenes solus . Cleom. DEjected ! no , it never shall be said , That Fate had power upon a Spartan Soul : My mind on its own Centre stands unmov'd , And Stable ; as the Fabrick of the World : Propt on it self ; still I am Cleomenes : I fought the Battle bravely , which I Lost ; And lost it , but to Macedonians , The Successors of those who Conquer'd Asia . 'T was for a Cause too , such a Cause I fought . Unbounded Empire hung upon my Sword : Greece , like a lovely Heifer , stood in view , To see the Rival Bulls each other gore : But wish'd the Conquest mine . I fled ; and yet I languish not in Exile ; But here in Egypt , whet my Blunted Horns ; And meditate new Fights , and chew my Loss . Ah! why ye Gods , must Cleomenes wait On this Effeminate Luxurious Court , For tardy helps of base Egytian Bands ? Why have not I , whose individual mind Would ask a Nation of such Souls t' inform it , Why have not I ten Thousand hands to fight It all my self ? and make the Work my own ? Enter Cratisiclea , Cleora , Cleonidas . Cratis . Is this well done ? or like the King of Sparta ? Or like my Son ? to waste your time in Tears ? What have you done , that you avoid Mankind ? And sculk in Corners like a Guilty Slave ? Cleor. We have been seeking you , my dearest Lord , Thro' all the shady Walks and dark Retreats Of Secret Care ; That false deluding Friend , That only sooths and keeps you Company , To prey upon your last remains of Life . Cleom. I 've heard you Sighs . Cratis . Hear her still ; She tells you true . This Melancholly Flatters ; but Unmans you . What is it else , but Penury of Soul ; A Lazie Frost , a numness of the Mind ; That Locks up all the Vigour to Attempt , By barely Crying , 't is Impossible ? Cleom. You both mistake me : That I Grieve , 't is true : But 't is a Grief of Fury ; not Despair ! And if a manly drop or Two fall down , It scalds along my Cheeks , like the Green Wood That sputtring in the Flame works outward into Tears . Cleor. Why would you leave me then , and be alone ? Indeed it was a Churlish kind of sorrow ; Indeed it was , t' engross it all your self ; And not permit me to endure my share . Think you , because I am of tender Mould , I cannot suffer and partake your burdens ; Alas ! I suffer more by not partaking Cleom. My Wife ! My Mother ! O! I am so divided , That I grieve most for both , and love both most ; Two twining Vines about this Elm , whose fall Must shortly Very shortly crush you both , And yet I will not go to Ground , Without a Noble Ruine round my Trunk ; The Forest shall be shaken when I sink , And all the neighboring Trees Shall groan and fall beneath my vast Destruction . Cratis . That 's something yet , an earnest of an Action ; Another Groan or two , and all goes well . Cleom. Well : I will live . Cratis . Thou shalt . Cleom. I 'le try at least . Cratis . Do not go back : and bate of what thou saidst Cleon. Peace , peace : good Grandmother ; he lives already , And Conquers too , in saying he will try ; Nay , if the King of Sparta says he 'll do 't , I ask no more then that ; For 't is below a King to tell a Lye. Cleor. But where 's the means ? Cleon. The means is in the daring ; Had my own Mother liv'd , and ask'd that Question I should have thought my Father had begot me , Without her help , as Pallas sprung from Iove . Cleor. Think'st thou , he can defend us all , alone ? Cleon. No for I mean to help him . Cleom. That my Boy , my hopeful Lyons Whelp Takes him and kisses him . Cleor. So Hector hugg'd his young Astyanax ; Went out to fight and never saw him more . Cleon. But why did not Astyanax go with Hector ? Cratis . Because he was a Child , and could not go . Cleon. Was he a Spartan Child ? Cleor. Oh no! a Trojan . Cleon. There 's it , a Trojan Child : But grant me this , There are no Spartan-Children we are born Men , And tho' you say , I have but Fifteen years , We Spartans take ten Strides before our Age , And start beyond dull Nature . Cleom. Let me but live to shadow this young Plant , From Blites and Storms ; He 'll soon shoot up a Heroe : He must ; I got him in the pride of Conquest ; For coming back from my first Maiden Battle , Wherein I made the Great Aratus fly , And added all his Laurels to my Brow , I well remember that I spurr'd it hard , And like a Meteor , shot before my Troops , To reach my Love that night ; I was a Bridegroom , Or scarce had lost that name , and stealing home , According to my Countries modest use , I found my Aegiatis just undrest , Wearying the gods with Vows for my return , My Transport was so great , I could not stay , But kiss'd , and took her trembling in my Arms , And in that Fury of my Love , I stampt , This Image of my Soul. Enter Pantheus . What , my Pantheus ? Where hast thou been this long long Year of Hours ? Panth. Where I have past a merry Mornings Walk , With the best Company . Cleom. With whom ? Panth. Why with my self , in laughing at the World , Making a Farce of Life , where Knaves and Fools , And Mad-men , that 's all Human-kind were Actors . Cleom. And what part Acted you ? Panth. As little as I could : And daily would have less , So please the Gods , for that 's a Wise Man's part . Cleom. Would I could share thy Balmy , even Temper , And Milkiness of Blood. Panth. You may . Cleom. As how ? Panth. By ! but forgetting you have been a King. Cleom. Then must I rust in Aegypt , never more Appear in Arms , and be the Chief of Greece ? Now , by yon Blew Palace , The Mansion of my great Fore-father Hercules I would loose o're-agen Sellasia's Field Rather than Fight behind , when proud Aratus led the Graecian Van. Cleon. What , when the lively Trumpets sound a Charge , The word of Battle may be Hercules , And after our great Grandsires Name , Aratus Cries Cleomenes , bring you up the Rear . Panth. If Fortune takes not off this Boy betimes , He 'l make mad work , and Elbow all his Neighbors . Cleon. My Neighbours ! Little : Elbow all rhe World And push off Kings , like Counters from the Board , To place my self the foremost . Panth. What wilt thou be , young Cockeril , when thy Spurs Are grown to sharpness ? Cleon. Why ? I 'll be a Spartan . For if I said a King , I should say less : I mean a Spartan while I live on Earth ; But when in Heaven , I 'le stand next Hercules , And thrust between my Father and the God. Cleo. Do you not view , my Lord ? As in a Glass , your Darling Fault , Ambition , Reflected in your Son ? Cleom. My Virtue rather : I love to see him sparkle out betimes , For 't was my Flame that lighted up his Soul : I am pleas'd with my own Work ; Iove was not more With Infant Nature , when his spatious Hand Had rounded this huge ball of Earth , and Seas , To give it the first push , and see it rowl Along the vast Abyss . Cleon. My Mother would have had my Youth brought up To Spin with Girls in Sparta . Cratis . Well said , my Boy ; Yet Hercules they say Took up the Distass once . Cleon. Yes , when he had been Conquer'd by a Woman . Panth. One thing I had forgot , which may import you , to Cleom. You 'l suddainly hear news from Greece . Cleom. Thou wert Indeed forgetful , not to tell me that , For , from my first arrival on this Coast , This fatal Aegypt , where I fled for Refuge , In three long Months I have not heard from Greece . What makes thee think I shall have news so soon ? Panth. As walking on the Beach I saw a Ship Just entring in the Port , and on the Deck Stood Coenus . Cleom. Coenus , saidst thou ? Panth. Yes , our Coenus , the rich Messenian Lord ; I saw and knew him , but amidst the shouts Of Mariners , and busie Care to sling His Horses soon ashore He saw not me . Cleom. Then I shall hear of thee once more , Dear Country ; I fear too soon ; shall hear how proud Antigonus Led o'er Eurota's Banks , his Conquering Troops And first , to wondring Sparta shew'd a King , A King that was not Hers : Then I shall hear of Sacriledge and Murthers , And Fires , and Rapes on Matrons , and on Maids . Panth. Such news we must expect . Cleom. O happy Ghosts ! Of those that fell in the last fatal Fight , And liv'd not to survive their Countries Loss ; Base as I was I should have fall'n there too ; But first have rais'd a Mountain of the Dead , To choak their way to Sparta . Panth. Thus I knew Your Blood would boil , and therefore I delaid So long to tell you Coenus was arriv'd . Cleom. Go : My Mother , my Cleora , and my Boy Stroking Cleonid . Your Ears would be polluted with such Ills ; Which I must try to mollify before They reach your tender hearing . Cleor. I Obey you . But let not Grief disorder you too much For what you lost . For me , while I have You , and you are kind , I ask no more of Heaven . Cleonid . I go too , Because my King and Father bids me go : Else , I have sternness in my Soul enough To hear of Murders , Rapes , and Sacrilege : For those are Soldiers work ; and I wou'd hear 'em To spur me to Revenge . Exeunt Cratisiclea , Cleora , Cleonidas . Panth. He 's here already . Now bear it like your self . Cleom. I am arm'd against it . Enter Coenus , Salutes Cleomenes . Caenus . I heard , Sir , you were refug'd in this Court , And come to beg a favour . Cleom. Good ! a Favour ! Sure , thou mistak'st me for the King of Egypt ; And think'st I govern here ? Coenus . Y' are Cleomenes . Cleom. No thanks to Heaven for that : I shou'd have dy'd , And then I had not been this Cleomenes . Panth. You promis'd Patience , Sir. Cleom. Thou art a Scurvy Monitor , I am Patient . Do I foam at Lips ; Or stare at Eyes : Methinks I am wondrous Patient . Now , thou shalt see how I can swallow Gall. I prithee , Gentle Coenus , tell the Story . Speaking Softly . Of Ruin'd Sparta ; leave no Circumstance Untold of all their Woes : And I will hear thee , As unconcern'd , as if thou told'st a Tale Of ruin'd Troy. I prithee tell us how The Victors robb'd the Shrines , polluted Temples , Ransack'd each Wealthy House : No , spare me that , Poor honest Sparta had no Wealth to lose . But when thou com'st to tell of Matrons ravish'd , Raises his Voice . And Virgins forc'd ; Then raise thy Voice , And let me hear their Howlings , And dreadful shrieks , as in the act of Rape . Panth. Again you are distemper'd ! Cleom. softly . Peace , I am not . I was but reaching him to grace his Tale With decent Horror . Coenus . Your sick Imagination feigns all this ; Now hear a truth , and wonder ! Cleom. Has not the Conqueror been at Sparta ? Coenus . Yes . Cleom. Nay ; then I know what follows Victory . Panth. You interrupt as if you would not know . Coenus . Then if you will Imagine , think some King , Who lov'd his People , took a peaceful Progress To some far distant place of his Dominions ; Smil'd on his Subjects as he rode in Triumph , And strew'd his Plenty , wheresoe'er he pass'd . Nay , raise your Thoughts yet higher . Think some Deity , Some better Cerés drawn along the Sky , By Gentle Dragons , scatter'd as she flew , Her fruitful Grains upon the teeming Ground , And bad new Harvests rise . Cleom. Do we Dream , Pantheus ? Panth. No sure ! We are awake but 't is he Dreams . Coenus . The Soldiers march'd , as in Procession , slow ; And enter'd Sparta like a Choir of Priests , As if they fear'd to tread on holy Ground . No Noise was heard ; no Voice , but of the Cryer , Proclaiming Peace , and Liberty to Sparta ; At that a peal of loud applause rang out , And thin'd the Air , till even the Birds fell down Upon the Shouters Heads : The Shops flew open , And all the busie Trades renew'd their Tasks : No Law was chang'd , no Custom was controul'd ; That had Lycurgus liv'd , or you return'd , So Sparta would have shown . Panth. If this be true ! Cleom. If this indeed be true , Then farewell Sparta . Coenus . Hear me out . He reap'd no fruit of Conquest , but their Blessings ; Nor stay'd three Days in Sparta ; Summon'd thence , With sudden News that a Barbarian Host , Was enter'd Macedonia ! And like a Mighty Deluge , rowling on , Swept all before ' em . Thus alarm'd , he left us ; March'd Homeward ; Met and Fought 'em ; Nay , and Liv'd To say the Field is mine . Panth. Dy'd of his Wounds ? Coenus . Not so ; but straining loud his feeble Voice , To animate his Soldiers , broke a Vein ; And in a purple Vomit pour'd his Soul. Panth. O Bless'd ! Bless'd Coenus ! for this happy News . Embraces Coenus . Cleom. O Wretch ! O Born to all misfortunes ! Curst , Curst Cleomenes ! Panth. How 's this ! Are these the thanks you pay the Gods ? Who freed your Sparta , and remov'd by Death Your only fatal Foe ! Cleom. O Blind Pantheus ! Can'st thou not find , that had I but defer'd Sellasia's Fight three Days ; but three short Days : Fate then had fought my Battle with Antigonus ; And I not fighting had been still a King. Panth. That 's true ; but that you knew not when you fought . Cleom. Why therefore , once again , Curst Cleomenes ! 'T is not to be endur'd . That Fate of Empires , and the fall of Kings Should turn on flying Hours , and Catch of Moments . Panth. Now , by my Soul , 't is Lazy Wickedness , To rail at Heaven , and not to help your self . Heaven 's but too kind , in offring you the means : Your Fate , once more , is laid upon the Anvil : Now pluck up all the Spartan in your Soul ; Now stretch at every stroke and Hammer out , A new and nobler Fortune ; Else may the Peaceful Ground restore the Dead , And give up Old Antigonus again . Cleom. I thank thee : Thou hast added Flame to Fury . The Spartan Genius shall once more be rowz'd ; Our Houshold Gods , that droop upon our Hearths , Each from his Venerable Face shall brush The Macedonian Soot , and shine again . Panth. Now you confess the Spartan . Cleom. Haste , Pantheus ! I struggle like the Priestess with a God ; With that oppressing God , that works her Soul. Haste to Cleanthes , my Egyptian Friend ; That only Man that Egypt ever made : He 's my Lucina . Say my Friendship wants him To help me bring to light a Manly Birth ; Which to the wondring World I shall disclose , Or if he fail me , perish in my Throwes . Ex. Omnes .
ACT II.
SCENE I. Enter Cleomenes , Cleanthes , Pantheus . Cleom. THe King sent for me , say'st thou ! and to Council ! Clean. And I was coming to you , on that Message , Just when I met Pantheus . Panth. Good Omen , Sir , of some intended good , Your Fortune mends : she reconciles apace , When Aegypt makes th'Advances . Cleom. Rise a Prophet . For since his Fathers death , this Ptolomey , Has minded me no more Then Boys their last Years Gugaws . Petition on Petition ; Prayer on Prayer , For Aid , or free Dismission , all Unanswer'd ; As Cleomenes were not worth his Thought , Or He , that God , which Epicurus dreamt ; Disclaiming Care , and lolling on a Cloud . Panth. At length , it seems it pleases him to wake . Cleanth . Yes , for himself , not you ; he 's drench'd too deep , To wake on any Call , but his own danger : My Father , his wise Pilot , has observ'd The Face of Heaven , and sees a gathering Storm , I know not from what quarter , but it threatens . And while it Threats , he wants such hands as yours ; But when 't is o're , the Thoughtless King returns , To Native sloth , shifts sides , and slumbers on . Panth. Sure , he 'll remember to reward those Hands , That help'd him from the plunge . Cleanth . You Dream , Pantheus ! Of former times , when Gratitude was Virtue ; Reward him ! Yes , like Aesop's Snake , the wretch That warm'd him in his Bosom : We are Tools , Vile abject things created for his use , As Beasts for Men ; as Oxen draw the Yoke , And then are sacrific'd . Cleom. I would not use him so . Cleanth . You are not Ptolomy , Nor is He Cleomenes . Cleom. I 'll press him home , To give me my dispatch ; few Ships will serve To bear my little Band and me to Greece ; I will not ask him one of his Aegyptians ; No , Let 'em keep 'em all for Slaves and Stallions , Fit only to beget their Successors . Cleanth . Excepting one Aegyptian , that 's my self . Cleom. Thou need'st not be excepted ; Thou art only , Misplanted in a base degenerate Soil ; But Nature when she made thee , meant a Spartan . Panth. Then if your Father will but second us . Cleanth . I dare not promise for him , but I 'll try , He loves me , Love and Interest sometimes May make a Statesman honest . Cleom. For the King , I know he 'l not refuse us , for he dares not ; A Coward is the kindest Animal , 'T is the most giving Creature in a fright . Cleanth . Say the most promising , and there you hit him . Cleom. Well , I 'le attack him on the shaking side , That next his fearful Heart . Enter Coenus . Coenus I come to mind you of the late Request , You would not hear : Be pleas'd t' engage this Lord And then it may succeed . Cleom. What wouldst thou , Coenus ? Coenus . I brought along Some Horses of the best Thessalian breed , High spirited and strong , and made for War ; These I would sell the King. Cleom. Mistaken Man : Thou shouldst have brought him Whores and Catamites ; Such Merchandize is fit for such a Monarch . Cleanth . Would'st thou bring Horses here to shame our Men ? Those very words of Spirited and War , Are Treason in our Clime . Cleom. From the King downward , ( if there be a downward , From Ptolomy to any of his Slaves ! ) No true Aegyptian ever knew in Horses The Far Side from the Near. Cleanth . Cleomenes told thee true : Thou should have brought A soft pad Strumpet for our Monarch's use , Tho' thank'd be Hell , we want not one at home ! Our Master's Mistriss , she that Governs all . 'T is well ye Pow'rs , ye made us but Aegyptians , You could not have impos'd On any other People such a Load As an Effeminate Tyrant and a Woman . Cleom. Sell me thy Horses , and at my return , When I have got from Conquer'd Grecce the Pelf That Noble Sparta scorns , I 'll pay their value . Coenus . Just as you paid me for the fair Estate I sold you there . aside . Cleom. What 's that you mutter ? Coenus aside . Nothing : That 's what his Hopes are worth Ex. Coen . Panth. I fear he 's gone away dissatisfy'd . Cleanth . I 'll make it up : Those Horses I present you , You 'll put 'em to the use that Nature meant ' em . Cleom. I burden you too much ! Cleanth . If you refuse , you burden me much more : A Trifle this , A singing Eunuch's price ; A Pandar's Fee Exceeds this Sum at Court. The King expects us Cleom. Come after us , Pantheus ; And bring my Boy Cleonidas along , I 'll shew his Youth this base Luxurious Court , Just as in sober Sparta we expose Our drunken Helotes : Only with design To wean our Children from the vice of Wine . Exeunt .
SCENE II. The Apartment of Cassandra . Enter King Ptolomey , Sosybius with Papers after him . Ptolom . No more of Business . Sosyb. Sir , the Council waits you ! Ptolom . Council ! What 's that ? a pack of Bearded Slaves , Grave Faces , Sawcy Tongues , and Knavish Hearts , That never speak one word but Self 's at bottom ; The Scavengers that sweep State-nusances , And are themselves the greatest . I 'll no Council . Sosyb. Remember you appointed them , this day . Ptol. I had forgot , 't was my Cassandra's Birth-day . Sosyb. Your Brother Magas daily grows more dangerous , And has the Soldiers Hearts . Ptol. I 'll cut him off . Sosyb. Not so soon done as said : The Spartan King Was summon'd for Advice , and waits without . Ptol. His Business is to wait . Sosyb. Be pleas'd to Sign these Papers : They are all Of great concern ! Ptol. My pleasure is of more . How I ! could curse my Name of Ptolomy : For 't is so long ; it asks an Hour to write it ; By Heav'n , I 'll change it into Iove or Mars ! Or any other civil Monosyllable , That will not tire my Hand . Sosyb. These are for Common Good. Shewing Papers . Ptol. I am glad of that : Those shall be sure to wait . Sosyb. Orders to pay the Soldiers , ripe for Mutiny ; They may Revolt . Ptol. To whom ? Sosyb. The Man you fear : Your Brother , Magas . Ptol. That 's indeed the danger : Give me the Physick ; Let me swallow quick There 's Ptolomy for that ; Now , not one more , For every Minute I expect Cassandra To call me to the Musick , If she should find me at this rare Employment , Of Signing out her Treasures ? Sosyb : The rest are only Grants to her you love , And places for her Friends . Ptol. I 'll Sign 'em all ; were every one a Province : Thou know'st her Humor , not to brook denial ! And then a Quarrel on her Birth-day too Would be of ill presage . Signs more Papers . Enter Cassandra , Women . Cassand . I heard you waired , but you 'll pardon me , I was not sooner Drest . Ptol. Thus I begin my Homage to the Day Kisses her Hand . That brought me forth a Mistriss , and am proud To be your foremost Slave . Cassand . Our little Entertainment waits ; not worth A longer Ceremony , please to Grace it ?
The SCENE opens and discovers Cassandra's Apartment . Musicians and Dancers Ptolomy leads in Cassandra , Sosybius follows They Sit. Towards the end of the Song and Dance ; Enter Cleomenes and Cleanthes on one side of the Stage , where they stand .
SONG . NO no , poor suff'ring Heart no Change endeavour , Choose to sustain the smart , rather than leave her ; My ravish'd Eyes behold such Charms about her , I can dye with her , but not live without her . One tender Sigh of hers to see me Languish , Will more than pay the price of my past Anquish : Beware O cruel Fair , how you smile on me , 'T was a kind Look of yours that has undone me . Love has in store for me one happy Minute , And She will end my pain who did begin it ; Then no day void of Bliss , or Pleasure leaving , Ages shall slide away without perceiving : Cupid shall guard the Door the more to please us , And keep out Time and Death when they would seize us : Time and Death shall depart , and say in flying , Love has found out a way to Live by Dying .
After the Musick is over , Cleomenes speaks . Cleom. to Cleanth . Is this the Council of th' Aegyptian King ? And am I call'd upon the Grave Debate , To judge of trilling Notes and tripping Feet ? Cleanth . 'T is of a piece with all the rest of Ptolomey ! A Singing and a Dancing Government . O Aegypt , Aegypt ! Thou art grown the Lees Of all the World ; The slime of thy own Nyle . Sure , we had neither Human Syres , nor Mothers ; The Sun and Nyle begot us ; W' are so Cowardly , And yet so proud ; so many Gods we have , And yet not One Cleom. No more They seem to gaze on me with wonder . Cleanth . And well they may to see a Man in Aegypt . King , Cassand . Sosyb. rise and come forward . Ptol. Welcome ! Royal Stranger ! Not only to my Court , but to my Bosom . Cleom. I heard you sent for me ; but on what Business Am yet to learn. Ptol. The greatest in the World : To see the Man , Whom even his Foes extoll ; His Friends adore , And all Mankind admire . Cleom. Say rather , Sir , A Man forsaken of his better Stars , A banish'd Prince ; The shadow of a King. Pto. My Fathers Friend . Cleom. I must not think so vainly of my self . To be what you have said , lest it upbraid you , To let your Fathers Friend , for three long Months , Thus Dance attendance for a word of Audience . Cassand . Now by my Soul , 't is nobly urg'd : He speaks As if he were in Sparta , on his Throne ; aside . Not asking Aid ; but granting : How little looks our Pageant Prince to him ! This is the only King I ever saw . Cleom. By all the Gods ; when I have stood repuls'd Before your Gates , and could not gain admittance , I have not Sigh'd so much for my own sorrows , As I have blush'd for your ungenerous Usage . Cleanth . Not a word , Ptolomey ! Asham'd by all that 's good to be miscall'd A King , when this is present . Cleom. Think you 't is nothing For me to beg ; That I constrain my Temper To sue for Aid , which you should first have offer'd . Believe me , Ptolomey , a Noble Soul Does much that asks : He gives you pow'r t' oblige him . Know , Sir , There 's a proud Modesty in merit , Averse from begging ; and resolv'd to pay Ten times the Gift it asks . Pto. I have been to blame ; And you have justly tax'd my long neglect . I am Young , and am a Lover ; and how far Fair Eyes may make even Kings forgetful . Look , And read my best Excuse . Cleanth . O Miracle ! He blushes ! Aside . The first red Virtue I have ever seen Upon that Face . Cassand . I am sorry , Sir , y'have made me your Excuse As if I stood betwixt the Good you meant ; And intercepted every Royal Grace . Now in my own Defence I must solicite All his concerns as mine : And if my Eyes have pow'r , He should not sue In vain , nor linger with a long delay . Ptolo. Well! J'll consider . Cassand . Say that word again ; And I 'll consider too . Ptolo. Prithee be satisfy'd , He shall be aided , Or I 'll no more be King. Cleanth . When wert thou one ? For shame , for shame ye Gods , aside . That e'er you put it in a Strumpets power , To do so good a Deed ! Cleom. I am a Spartan , Madam , scarce of Words ; We have but just enough to speak our Meaning . Be thank'd ; That 's all I could have said to Iove , Had Iove , like you , restor'd me to my Crown . Sosyb. The Gods have giv'n you , Sir , the speedy means to Cleom. To satisfie your Debt of Gratitude . Cleom. Oh make me happy : Tell me how this Sword ( This and my Heart are all that 's left me now ) Can be Employ'd to serve the Crown of Aegypt . Cleanth . Well said Father : Thou art a true Statesman . aside . So much for so much , is the way at Court. Sosyb. My King has in the Camp a Younger Brother , Valiant they say , but very Popular ; He gets too far into the Soldiers Grace ; And Inches out my Master . Cleom. Is the King Assur'd of this , by any Overt-Act ; Or any close Conspiracy reveal'd ? Ptolo. He has it in his pow'r to be a Traytor ; And that 's enough . Sosyb. He has it in his will too : Else why this Ostentation of his Virtues , His Bounty , Valour , and his Temperance ? Why are they thus expos'd to publick View ? But as a Venus set besides a Monster , To make an Odious Comparison ; As if his Brother wanted what he boasts ? Ptolo. What 's to be done with him ? Cassand . There needs no more , I think , but to contrive , With Secresy , and Safety , to Dispatch him . Cleanth . I thank thee , that thou hast not Cozen'd me aside . In this Advice : For two good deeds together Had been too much in Conscience for thy calling . Ptolo. He Dies , that 's out of doubt . Cleom. Your Brother , Sir ! Ptolo. Why do you ask that Question ? Cleom. Because I had a Brother ; ( Oh grief to say I had , and have not now ) Wise , Valiant , Temperate ; and in short a Spartan ! Had all the Virtues , which your Counsellor Imputed to your Brother , as his Crimes : He Lov'd me well ; so well , he could but die , To shew he Lov'd me better than his Life : He lost it for me in Sellasia's Field ; And went the greatest Ghost of all our name , That ever had a Brother or a King. Sosyb. Wipe off the Tears , that stand upon your Eyes ; Good Nature works too far . Kings have no Brothers : What Men call such are Rivalls of their Crowns ; Yours tim'd his Death , so as to Merit Grief . Who knows , but he laid in , by that last Action , The means to have betray'd you , had he Liv'd . Cleom. I would say something : but I curb my passion , Because thou art the Father to my Friend . To you , Sir , this ; If you Condemn your Brother , To Ptolo. Only because he 's Bounteous , Great , and Brave ; Know you Condemn those Virtues , own you want ' em . Had you a Thousand Brothers , such as he , You ought to shew you are above 'em all ; By daring to reward , and Cherish 'em , As Bucklers of your Crown in time of War ; And in soft Peace , the Jewels that adorn it . Cassand . I stand Corrected , Sir , he ought to Live. Ptolo. I think so too . Sosyb. I do not wish his Death , Howe're I seem'd to give that rugged Counsel . Cleanth . aside . Well said again Father ! Comply , comply : Follow the Sun , True Shadow . Sosyb. I only wish my Master may be safe ; But there are Mercenaries in the Army , Three thousand Greeks , the Flower of all our Troops , Like Wolves indeed among Aegyptian Lambs ; If these Revolt ( I do not say they will ) But if your Brother please to take the Crown : And be not good enough to let you Reign , Those Greeks where e'er they go , will turn the Scale . Ptol. What think you , Cleomenes ? Cleom. He says true . Ptol. Then Magas must not live . Cleom. That does not follow : Fear not those Mercenaries : They are mine ; Devoted to my Interest ; Commanded by my Nod : They are my Limbs of War , and I their Soul : Were they in Arms against you at your Gates ; High in their Rage , and fix'd upon the Spoil , Should I say , Hold ; Nay , should I only Frown , They could not bear my Eyes , but Aw'd and Master'd , Like Lions to their Keepers , would couch and fawn And disobey their Hunger . Ptol. Wondrous Man ! Embraces him . How I admire thy Virtue ! Cassand . And his Genius ; Some are born Kings , Made up of three parts Fire , so full of Heaven , It sparkles at their Eyes : Inferior Souls , Know 'em as soon as seen , by sure instinct , To be their Lords , and naturally Worship The secret God within ' em . Sosyb. Sir , I humbly beg A word in private to Ptol. Ptol. Madam ! Cassand . You may go . Sosyb. Cleanthes , follow me . Ex. Ptol. Sosyb. Cleanthes . Enter Cleonidas . Cleonid . Panthaeus brought me hither to attend you , Cleom. And thou art welcome , but thou com'st too late . Cassand . Your Page of Honour ! Cleonid . The mistake is easie in such a Courts as this , Where Princes look like Pages . Cleom. 'T is my Son ! Cassand . I must have leave to love you , Royal Youth ; Above all Nations I Adore a Greek , And of all Greeks a Spartan . Looking on Cleomenes . Cleom. What he is , And what I am , are owing to your Favour . Cassand . to Cleonid . Shall I not be your Mistriss ? Looking on Cleom. Cleonid . No , for I would not get Aegyptians . Cassand . For what , Sir , do you take us ? Cleonid . For what you are ; When the Gods moulded up the Paste of Man , Some of their Dough was left upon their hands , For want of Souls : And so they made Aegyptians : They were intended for four Feet ; And when They come to run before our Noble Spartans , They 'l curse the Gods for the Two Legs they ow'd ' em . Cassand . Then since you will not let me be your Mistriss , Would I had been your Mother . Looking still on Cleom. Cleon. So would not I : For then I had not been all Spartan . Cassand . aside . He answers not my Glances , stupid Man ! My tender Looks ; my languishing Regards , Are like mis-aiming Arrows , lost in Air , And miss the flying Prey . While She walks , Cleom. and Cleonid . are looking on a Picture hanging on the side of the Scenes . She takes out a Pocket Glass and looks in it . These Eyes I Thank the Gods Are still the same : The Diamonds are not dimm'd : Nor in their Lustre : lost in Ptolomy ; Small Boast : Alas ! Ptolomy has no Soul , 'T is what he wants , I love in Cleomenes ; Perhaps he dares not think I would be Lov'd , Then must I make the advance ; and making lose The vast Prerogative our Sex enjoys , Of being Courted first : Courted ! To what ? To our own Wishes : There 's the point ; but still , To speak our wishes first ; Forbid it , pride , Forbid it Modesty : True ; They forbid it , But Nature does not : When we are a Thirst , Or Hungry , Will imperious Nature stay ? Not Eat nor Drink , before 't is bid , Fall on : Well Sex , if this must be , That I must not invite : I may at least be suffer'd , To lay some kind Occasion in his way , That if he dare but speak ; He may succeed . She turns towards 'em , and observes what they 're doing . Cleom. turns and meets her ; Cleonid . looks still on the Picture . Cleom. I durst not have presum'd to interrupt Your private Thoughts . Cassan. They wholly were imploy'd in serving you ; But durst not , and presume , are words of Fear ; I thought they were not in your Spartan Tongue ; For my sake , banish 'em : On what were you so earnestly employ'd ? You would not look this way . Cleom. A Picture , Madam . Cassand . View it agen , 't is worth a second Sight , Your Son observes it still ; 'T were well to help My Lover's Understanding ; Goes with him to the Picture . Know you this Piece , young Prince ? Cleon. Some Battle , I believe ; and in that Thought , I gaze with such Delight . Cleom. Some Rape , I guess . Cassand . That 's near the true Design , and yet mistaken ; 'T is Paris bearing from your Spartan Shore , The Beauteous Hellen ; How do you approve it ? Cleom. Not in the least , for 't is a scurvy piece . Cassand . And yet 't is known to be Apelles Hand ; The Style is his , you grant he was a Master . Cleom. 'T is scurvy still , because it represents A base dishonest Act ; to violate All Hospitable Rites , to force away , His Benefactors Wife ; Ungrateful Villain ; And so the Gods , Th' avenging Gods have judg'd . Cleonid . Was he a Spartan King that suffer'd this ? Sure he reveng'd the Rape ? Cleom. He did , my Boy , And slew the Ravisher . Cassand . Look better , Sir ; You 'll find it was no Rape ; Mark well that Hellen in her Lovers Arms : Can you not see , she but affects to strive ; She heaves not up her Hands to Heav'n for help , But hugs the kind Companion of her Flight . See how her tender Fingers strain his sides ; 'T is an Embrace ; a Grasping of Desire ; A very Belt of Love , that Girds his Waste . She looks as if she did not fear to fall , But only lose her Lover if she fell : Observe her Eyes ; How slow they seem to rowl Their Wishing Looks , and Languish on his Face : Observe the whole Design , and you wou'd Swear , She Ravish'd Paris , and not Paris , Her. Cleom. Sparta has not to Boast of such a Woman ; Nor Troy to thank her , for her ill-plac'd Love. Cassand . But Paris had ; as for the War that follow'd , 'T was but a Fable of a Graecian Wit , To raise the Valour of his Countrymen : For Menelaus was an Honest Wretch ; A Tame good Man , that never durst resent ; A meer Convenient Husband ; Dull and Slavish ; By Nature meant the thing the Lovers made him . Cleom. His Goodness aggravates their Crime the more : Had Menelaus us'd his Hellen ill , Had he been Jealous , or distrusted both , I would allow a grain or two , for Love ; And plead in their Excuse . Cassand . There was their safety that he was not Jealous : What would you more of him ? He was a Fool , And put the happy means into their hands . Cleom. I cannot much commend my Countryman . Cassand . Indeed , my Lord , your Countryman was dull , That did not understand so plain a Courtship . Have Spartans Eyes for nothing ? not to see So manifest a Passion ? Cleom. Yes too well . aside . Madam , your Goodness interests you too much In Hellens Cause . I have no more to urge , But that she was a Wife : That Word , a Wife , In spight of all your Eloquence condemns her . Cassand . You argue justly ; Therefore 't was a Crime : But had she been a Mistris , not a Wife ; Her Love had been a Virtue , to forsake The Nauseous Bed of a Loath'd fulsome King ; And fly into a sprightly Lovers Arms. Her Love had been a Merit to her Paris , To leave her Country , and what more her Kingdom : With a Poor Fugitive Prince to Sail away , And bear her Wealth along to make him happy . Cleom. You put your Picture in the fairest Light : But both the Lovers broke their plighted Vows ; He to Oenone , She to Menelaus . Cassand . The Gods that made two Fools had done more justly To have match'd Menelaus with Oenone : Think better of my Picture , it deserves A Second thought ; it speaks ; the Hellen speaks . Cleonid . It speaks Aegyptian then ; a base Dishonest Tongue . Cassand . You are too Young to understand her Language . To Cleonidas . Do not thank me , To Cleomenes . Till I have brought your business to perfection : Doubt not my kindness ; nothing shall be wanting To make your Voyage happy . Cleom , I only fear th' Excess of your full Bounty ! To give me more then what my wants require . Exit Cleomenes and Cleonidas . Cassand . Meaning , perhaps , my Person and my Love ! I would not think it so ; and yet I fear , And while I fear , his Voyage shall be hinder'd : No breath of Wind Can stir , to waft him hence , unless I please : I am the Goddess that commands the Seas . In Vain he Vows at any other Shrine , My Heart is in his Hands ; his Fate 's in mine . Exeunt Cassandra .
ACT III.
SCENE I. SCENE , The King's Apartment . A Table set . Ptolomey , Sosybius , Cassandra , sitting : Ptolomy at the Upper end ; Cassandra on one side , Sosybius on the other . Ptolomy .

I Must confess 't was Obvious .

Sosyb. He said he could Command 'em with his Nod : Can he do this with Mercenaries , rais'd Not at his Charge , but yours ? by you maintain'd : What could he more , had they been Spartans born ? Cassand . What would you hence infer ? Sosyb. What you observ'd ? Some are born Kings ; and so is Cleomenes . Cassand . A great Soul dares not call himself a Villain : He has that Interest , and will use it nobly ; To serve , and not to ruine his Protector , Sosyb. Is Aegypt's safety , and the Kings , and Yours , Fit to be trusted on a bare suppose , That he is Honest ? Honest , let him be ; But on his own Experiment , not ours ! Man is but Man ; Unconstant still , and Various ; There 's no to Morrow in him , like to Day . Perhaps the Atoms rowling in his Brain , Make him think Honestly this present Hour ; The next a Swarm of Base , Ungrateful Thoughts May mount aloft : And where 's our Aegypt then ? Who would trust Chance ? since all Men have the Seeds Of Good and Ill , which should work upward first . Cassand . All men ! then you are one ; and by that Rule , Your wicked Atomes may be working now To give bad Council ; That you still may Govern. Sosyb. I would the King would Govern. Cassand . Because you think I have too much Command . Ptolo. Would you would rule me both by turns , in quiet , And let me take my Ease ! Cassand . Then my turns first . Sosyb. Our Masters Safety in sound reason ought To be prefer'd to both . Ptolo. So thinks Cassandra too . Cassand . No ; Court Sosybius , and cast Cassandra off . Ptolo. What have I said , or done , To merit this unkindness ? Tell me but what you think of Cleomenes , And be my Oracle . Cassand . I know him Grateful . Sosyb. To know him grateful , is enough for Iove . Cassand . And therefore not too much for me in Aegypt : I say , I know him Honest. Ptolo. Then I know it . Now may Sosybius speak ? Cassand . He may : but not to contradict my knowledge . Sosyb. Then I concur , to let him go for Greece ; And wish our Aegypt fairly rid of him . For , as our Apis , tho' in Temples fed , And under Golden Roofs , yet loaths his food , Because restrain'd ; and longs to roam in Meads , Among the Milky-Mothers of the Herd . So , Cleomenes , kept by force in Aegypt , Is sullen at our Feasts ; abhors our Dainties ; And longs to change 'em for his Spartan Broth. He may be dang'rous here ; Then send him hence , With aid enough to Conquer all he lost , And make him formidable to Mankind . Cassand . He may be formidable then to us , That thou wou'dst say . Sosyb. No : for you know him grateful . Cassand . Would thou wouldst learn to speak without a double , Thou Delphian Statesman . Rises . Sosyb. Would I could know your Wishes that I might : I would but smooth their way and make em ' easy ! bowing . Cassand . Good Old Man ! Smiling . A little over Zealous , but well-meaning . My Wishes are the honour of my King. That Ptolomy may keep his Royal word And I my promise to procure this Aid ; If to be Mistriss , signifies Command , Let this be done : If not , the King may find , Another Beauty , worthier of his Bed ; And I another Lover , less ungrateful : Ptol. Let Aegypt sink before that fatal day ; No , we are one : Cassandra , we are one : Or I am nothing ? Thou art Ptolomy . Cassand . Now you deserve to be the first of Kings , Because you rank your self the first of Lovers : What can I do to show Cassandra grateful ? Nothing but this ; To be so nice in my Concerns for you : To doubt where Doubts are not : To be too fearful : To raise a Bug-bear Shadow of a Danger , And then be frighted , tho' it cannot reach you . Sosyb. Be pleas'd to name your apprehensions , Madam . Cassand . Plain Souls like mine , judge others by themselves : Therefore I hold our Cleomenes honest : But since 't is possible : Tho' barely so , That he may prove ungrateful , I would have pledges given us of his Faith , His Wife , his Mother , and his Son , be left As Hostages in Aegypt . Sosyb. Admirable : Some God inspir'd you with this prudent Council . Ptol. I thought so too , but that I durst not speak . Sosyb. Leave me to manage this . Cassand . My best Sosybius ! But do it surely , by the easiest means , Infuse it gently : Do not pour it down ; Let him not think he stands suspected here ; And least of all , by Me ! Sosyb. He shall not , Madam . Now Sir , th' Illumination-Feast attends you : For Apis has appear'd , Ptol. Why then I must be formal , Go to the Temple . Come my fair Cassandra , That I may have an Object worth my Worship . aisde . Cassand . The God that I Adore is in my Breast ; This is the Tomple : This is the Sacrifice : But to the Pow'rs Divine we make Appeal , with great Devotion ; and with little Zeal . Exeunt Ptol , and Cassand . Sosyb. solus . Yes yes , it shall be done ; but not her way : Call in my Son Cleanthes : This Cassandra Is our enchanting Syren : She that Sings Our Ptolomy into secure Destruction : In vain I Counsel him t' avoid his Ruine : These Women-Charmers , Oh they have a Devil Too strong to dispossess . Call in my Son. Goes to the Door . Enter Cleanthes . Cleanthes ! Are you Cleomenes's Friend , Or only seem you such ? Cleanth . To seem to be , and not to be what I seem , Are things my honest Nature understands not . Sosyb. But you must love your King and Country more . Cleanth . Yes , when I have a King and Country That can deserve my Love ! Aegypt , as Aegypt is , deserves it not : A People , baser than the Beasts they worship : Below their Pot-herb-gods that grow in Gardens : The King Sosyb. Go to ; Young Man , what e'er he be , I must not hear my Master vilify'd . Cleanth . Why did you name him then ? Were I at Pray'rs , And even for you , whom as my Soul I love , If Ptolomy should come a Cross my Thoughts , A Curse would follow where I meant a Blessing . Sosyb. 'T is well , t is well , I am so fond a Father ; Those words were death in any other Mouth ; I know too much of you , you love the Spartan , Beyond your King and Country Cleanth . 'T is a Truth ; So Noble ; I would own it to the Gods , And they be proud to hear it , Sosyb. Confess you love him better than your Father . Cleanth . No ; but I love him equal with my Father . Sosyb. Say better , and say true : If we were opposite , and one must fall , Whom wouldst thou Save ? Cleanth . Neither ; For both would dye : Before I could resolve . Sosyb. If I command thee , To break thy Friendship with him ? Wouldst thou ? Cleanth . No : Sosyb. Why then thou hast confess'd , thou lov'st him more . Cleanth . Not so : For should he bid me disobey , Or not love you : Thus , would I answer him , As I have answer'd you . Sosyb. Ungrateful Boy ! Cleanth . You bid me tell you true , and this is my reward . Sosyb. Go from my Sight . Cleanth . I will ; but would not go Without your Blessing . Sosyb. O , so well I love thee , That I could Curse thee for not loving me : Stay , I would send thee on a Message to him , But that I fear thy Faith. Cleanth . You wrong my Piety . Sosyb. It much concerns my Interest , which is thine ; Would'st thou deliver what I have to say ? Would'st thou induce his Reason to comply ? Cleanth . Both ; Granting your Proposals Honourable If not , employ some Mercenary Tongue , The Court affords you store : And spare my Virtue ! Sosyb. I would have Cleomenes sent away , With Royal Aid . Cleanth . You promis'd him he should . Sosyb. And would have thee perswade him to this Voyage . Cleanth . A welcome Errand : Oh my dear , dear Father . Sosyb. But on my terms , mark that ; my terms ; Cleanthes . Cleanth . I fear'd the Statesman in you . Sosyb. I would have Aegypt safe : That 's all my Interest ; And therefore he must leave behind for Pawns , His Mother , Wife and Son. Cleanth . 'T is clogging of a Gift : 'T is base , mean Council ; I hope you gave it not . Sosyb. No : 'T was Cassandra ! But she would have that Odium cast on me , I am her Beast of Burden and must bear it . Cleanth . I never can belye so good a Father ! But this I 'll do : The Message shall be faithfully deliver'd , And all the Strumpet stand expos'd to shame . Sosyb. Thou hitst my meaning ; but he must be secret ; Must seem to take the Favour as from Her : And lay the hardship of the Terms on me . Cleanth . He shall . Sosyb. And thou wilt Gild this bitter Pill : For there 's no other way to go from hence , But leaving these behind . Cleanth . A Beam of Thought comes glancing on my Soul. aside . I 'll undertake it To his Father . The Pledges shall be left . Sosyb. My best Cleanthes : Embraces him . But haste , and lose no time ! Cleanth . I am all on fire to serve my Friend and Father . Ex. Cleanthes . Sosyb. alone . This Cleomenes ought to be dispatch'd : Dispatch'd the safest way : He ought to dye ; Not , that I hate his Virtue ; but I fear it : The Mistriss drives my Councils to the Leeward ; Now I must edge upon a point of Wind ; And make slow way , recovering more and more , Till I can bring my Vessel safe ashore Exit . Sosyb.
SCENE of a Temple with Illuminations . An Altar , Apis painted above ; Priests and Choristers . Ptolomy , Cassandra , Courtiers Men and Women , all decently plac'd . Musick Instrumental and Vocal . Then Ptolomy taking Cassandra by the Hand , advances to the Altar of Apis , bowing thrice , and gives the High Priest a Purse . Soft Musick all the while Ptolomy and Cassandra are Adoring and speaking . Ptolo. Soul of the Universe , and source of Life , Immortal Apis , thou thrice Holy Fire , Hear Aegypt's Vows and mine : if as we dream , Aegyptian Earth Impregnated with Flame , Sprung the first man ; Preserve thy Primitive Plantation here . Then for my self , thy Type , and thy Vicegerent , Rowl from my Loins a long Descent of Kings : Mix'd of Cassandra's kindly blood and mine . Mine be she only , and I only hers . And when I shall resolve again to thee , May she survive me , and be Queen of Aegypt : Hear this , and firm it with some happy Omen . An Augury portending good Success arises from the Altar . Omnes . Apis be prais'd for this Auspicious Omen . Ptolo. bowing retires and seems pleas'd . Cas. kneels . Great pow'r of Love ! who spreadst thy gentle fire : Thro' humane Hearts , art every where Ador'd ; Accept these Vows , in shew to Apis paid , And make his Altar thine : Hear not that wretch ! Because his Prayers were not address'd to thee ; Or only hear his last : that I may reign . Make Cleomenes mine , and mine alone : Give us a flight secure , a safe arrival ; And Crown our Wishes in each others Arms. Hear this and firm it with some happy Omen . A bad Omen arises from the Flames of the Altar . Omnes . Avert this Omen , Apis. Cassand . rises . Accurs'd be thou , Grass-eating fodder'd God! Accurs'd thy Temple ! more accurs'd thy Priests ! The Gods are theirs , not ours ; and when we pray For happy Omens , We their price must pay : In vain at Shrines , th'ungiving suppliant stands ; This 't is to make a Vow with Empty hands : Fat Offrings are the Priesthoods only care ; They take the Money , and Heaven hears the Prayer . Without a Bribe their Oracles are mute , And their Instructed Gods refuse the suit . Exit Cass. in a fury , King and Attendants follow . Scene closes .
SCENE , The Port of Alexandria . Enter Cleomenes , and Cleanthes . Cleom. The Propositions are unjust and hard ; And if I swallow 'em , 'T is as we take The Wrath of Heaven . We must have patience , for they will be Gods , And give us no account of what we suffer . Cleanth . My Father much abhors this middle way , Betwixt a Gift and Sale of Courtesy : But 't is the Mistress ; She that seem'd so kind , 'T is she , that bears so hard a hand upon you : She that would half Oblige , and half Affront . Cleom. Let her be what she is : That 's Curse enough . But such a Wife , a Mother , and a Son ! Oh sure , ye Gods ! when ye made this vile Aegypt : Ye little thought , they should be Mortgag'd here ! My only Comfort Is , that I trust these precious Pawns with thee : For thou art so religiously a Friend , That I would sooner leave 'em in thy hands , Than if I had security from Heav'n , And all the Gods to answer for their safety . Cleanth . Yes , yes ; They shall be safe ; And thou shalt have a pledge , As strong as Friendship can make over to thee : Deny me not , for I must go with thee , And share what Fate allots for thee in Greece . Cleomenes looks discontentedly . Nay cast not on me that forbidding frown ; But let me be their pawn , as they are thine : So I shall have thee wholly to my self . And be thy Wife , thy Mother , and thy Son , As thou art all to me . Cleom. Oh Friend ! Sighs and wipes his Eyes . Cleanth . What wouldst thou say , my better part ? Cleom. No more , but this ; That thou art too unkind , When even in kindness thou wouldst over-come . Cleanth . Let me be proud ; and pardon thou my Pride ; Base , Worthless Aegypt has no other Pawn , To Counter-ballance these but only me . 'T was on such terms alone , I durst propose it : Shalt thou leave these ? And I not leave a Father , whom I love ? Come , come ; It must be so . We 'll give each other all we have besides ; And then we shall be even . Here they are ! I leave thee . Break those tender Ties of Nature , As gently as thou canst ; they must be broken . Going , returns . But when thou seest Cassandra , curb thy Spleen ; Seem to receive the kindness as from her : And if thou thinkst I love thee , for my sake , Remembring me ; strive to forget my Father . Exit Cleanth . Enter Cleora , Cratisiclea , and Cleonidas . Cleom. But how can I sustain to tell 'em this , Walking from ' em . Even in the gentlest Terms . There are not words in any Tongue so soft As I would use : The Gods must make a new one , If they would have me speak . Cratisi . How King of Sparta ! When your Fortune smiles , A Glorious Sun-shine , and a Gloomy Soul. The Gods love chearfullness , when they are kind ; They think their Gifts despis'd , and thrown away On sullen thankless Hearts . Cleor. I hear my dearest Lord that we shall go . Cleom. Go ! Cleon. What a mournful Eccho makes my Father ! By Mars , he stifles Go upon his Tongue ; And kills the joyful sound , he speaks so low , That Heaven must Listen if it hear his thanks . Cleom. Yes , I shall go ; but how ? Cleor. With Aegypt's aid . Cleon. With his own Soul and Sword , a Thousand strong ; And worth ten Aegypts , and their ten Thousand Gods. Cratis . There 's something more in this , than what we guess ! Some Secret anguish rowls within his Breast , That shakes him like an Earthquake , which he presses , And will not give it vent . I know him well , He Blushes , and would speak , and wants a Voice ! And stares and Gapes like a forbidden Ghost , Till he be spoke to first . Tell me my Son ! Cleom. Mother , I will , And yet I cannot neither . aside . Mother ! that word has struck me dumb again : For , how can I say Mother , and propound To leave her here behind , who gave me Life ? Mother ! and Wife ! and Son ! the names that Nature Most Loves to speak , are banish'd from my Mouth . Cleor. Tell us , My Love , the King has chang'd his mind , And has refus'd us leave ; for we can bear it : Aegypt is Greece to me , while you are here . Cleom. Oh I would speak ! But , Oh! you speak so kindly , That you forbid my Speech : You call me , Love. Cleor. Was that too kind a Word ? Cleom. It was to me ; I am a meer Barbarian ; A Brute , a stock , for I have no Relations , Or shortly shall have none . Cleor. Then we must die ! Cleonid . We must : and welcome Death . Cratis . To save his Life . Cleom. The Gods forbid that you should dye for me ! No : You may live ; but I must dye thrice over : For I must leave you here , or must not go : These are the hard Conditions offer'd me . Cratis . Then Aegypt would have Pledges : Is this all ? Cleom. Yes , and a mighty All : 'T is all I have : But I propose it not ; Remember that . Cratis . I do : and therefore I propose it first , To save this virtuous Shame , this good Confusion , That would not let you speak . Cleom. Oh! I could almost think you love me not : You Granted me so quick , so willingly : What I bear witness Heaven , was slow to ask . And would be loath to have . Cleor. I cannot leave you . Cleom. I was but wishing , thou wouldst draw me back , And now I cannot go . Cratis . Are you turn'd Woman ? No more of this fond Stuff ; Cleon. Shall I be left to gather Rust in Aegypt ? A Glue of Sloth to stick to my young Pinions ; And marr their flight ; Habitual Cowardise : No ; I must learn my stubborn Trade of War , From you alone , and envy you betimes . Cleom. But the Conditions ! Oh these hard Conditions , That such a Spirit must be left behind , Untaught ! unfashion'd by a Fathers hands ! A Spirit fit to start into an Empire , And look the World to Law. Cratis . No more debating , for I see the pinch , He must be left , and so must She and I : For we are but your softnesses , My Son : Th' Incumbrances and Luggage of the War : Fight for us , and redeem us , if you please ; For there we are your clogs of Virtue : Here , The Spurs of your return . Cleom. I Thank you , Mother , Once more you have Erected me to Man , And set me upright with my Face to Heaven ! The Woman and the Boy , be yours awhile : The War be mine alone ! Cratis . There spoke the Spartan King : Think not on us . Cleom. I wonnot . Cleora . Not in Pray'rs ! Cleon. In Pray'rs ! That 's poor , As if the Gods were Thoughtless of their work ; Think on us , when you fight : and when you make A lusty stroke , Cry out , That 's for my Boy . Cratis . Dispose this mouldring Carcass as you please , E're lingring Age or Sickness wear it out ; 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 I see , or only think I see , Is like a Glimps of Moon-shine , streak'd with red ; A shuffled , sullen , and uncertain Light , That Dances thro' the Clouds , and shuts again ; Than ' ware a rising Tempest on the Main . Enter Cassandra . Cassand . aside . I would , but cannot speak . The shame that should to Woman-kind belong , Flown from my Bosom , hovers on my Tongue . Cleom. 'T is rarely seen , that Gods from Heaven descend ; But for some kind , some Charitable end . And yet your troubled looks ill News import , Stops , or Delays ; but that 's no News at Court : There 's somewhat which your pity would disguise . Cassand . Would you could read that somewhat in my Eyes . But as you are a Spartan and a King , Undaunted hear whatever News I bring : The Favourite hates you ; Coenus has betray'd The bitter truths , that our loose Court upbraid . Your Friend was set upon you for a Spy ; And on his Witness , you are doom'd to die . Cleom. I have been plung'd already twice in Woes , And the third time above the Waves I rose . Still I have strength to Steer me into Port , And shun the Secret Quick-Sands of the Court. But when my Friend , who should expecting stand , On the bare Beach , to lend his helping hand ; When He defends th' Unhospitable shore , And drives me thence , I sink for ever more . But 't is impossible ; his Faith is try'd ; The Man , who had defam'd him thus ; had ly'd . Cassand . Well! I forgive your blunt Laconique way , It shall be seen , it shall , this very Day , Who would preserve your Life , and who betray . The King incens'd ; the Favourite your Foe , Yet on the same Conditions you may go : Your Wife , your Son , your Mother left behind . What think you now ? Cleom. 'T is to be wond'rous kind . Cassand . Suppose I add a farther bounty yet . Cleom. It could but make your Favours over weight . Cassand . What if I went my self to waft you o'er ? And left you , when I saw you safe a shore ? For I should leave you , if you thought it fit , Not to do more than Honour would permit . Can I do less to show you I am kind , To Comfort you for those you left behind ? Cleom. The World would think you kinder than you ought . Cassand . Why should I care what base Aegyptians thought ? Cleom. Immoderate Gifts oppress me , not relieve ; Nor dare I take , what ruins you to give . Cassand . Leave me to judge of that . I could prescribe An easy way of giving back my Bribe . Why would you force me farther than my part ; Look on my Eyes ; and you may read my Heart . Looks on her as by stealth . Oh there you met me with a guilty Glance ! Now 't is too late to plead your Ignorance . Cleom. I am so much below , and you above . What can I say ? Cassand . But one kind word . I Love. Cleom. As far as Gratitude that Love can pay . Cassand . Oh stop not there ; for that 's but half the way : Would you to one poor narrow word confine Your passion ? When I put no bounds to mine . Cleom. Cleora ! Cassand . Now you speak too soon ; Forbear . Nothing can please me , that begins with her . Cleom. I must begin where Nature void of Art , Directs my Tongue , with her who rules my Heart . Cassand . Let us together sail before the Wind , And leave that dull Domestique Drudge behind . Cleom. What ? to expose her helpless Innocence , To the wild fury of an Injur'd Prince ? Cassand . A vain surmise ; their Talents would agree , The Gods have made your Noble Mind for me : And her insipid Soul for Ptolomey : A heavy lump of Earth without desire , A heap of Ashes that o're-lays your Fire . Cleom. Virtue , you must allow her , tho' a Foe . Cassand . No more , than what I would to Ice and Snow ; Yet those have Seeds of heat ; her shivering Blood , Makes her at best but impotently good . But neither I can save you , if you stay , Nor save my self unless I go away : For if I stay behind , and set you free , The Fury of the King would fall on me . Cleom. Then to prevent your Fate I must not go , Death is my choice , since Heaven will have it so . Cassand . Heaven would preserve your Life , and so would I , But you are obstinately bent to dye , Cleom. Some Men are made of such a leaky Mould That their fill'd Vessels can no Fortune hold : Pour'd in , it sinks away , and leaves 'em dry , Of that unsusceptible Make am I : Yet think not , Fair one , I your Charms despise , My Heart 's insensible , but not my Eyes . Respect and Gratitude are all my store , And those I give : My Love was giv'n before Cassand . Thus break false Merchants with an honest show : Rich to themselves , but Bankrupts where they owe. Cleom. If at this awful distance I remain , Better be too Devout , than too profane . Cassand . Flattery ! Such Alms , the Priesthood gives the poor , They Bless , and send 'em empty from the Door : Know you , that Death stands ready at the Gate ; That I forbid him , and suspend your Fate ; The King 's short absence leaves me absolute ; When he returns th' inevitable ill , Is past my pow'r , and may be past my Will : Unhappy Man ! prevent thy Destiny ; Speak one kind word to save thy Life and me . Cleom. Be answer'd , and expect no more Reply . Cassand . Disdain has swell'd him up , and choak'd his Breath : Sullen and Dumb , and obstinate to Death : No signs of pity in his Face appear ; Look ! If th' ungrateful Creature shed one Tear ! Cram'd with his Pride , he leaves no room within For Sighs to issue out , or Love to enter in . He turns away . What! dost thou turn thy Face in my despight ? Am I a Toad ? a Monster to thy Sight ? Farewel fond pity then : As thou from me , So , thy good Fortune turns her Face from Thee ? Left , scorn'd , and loath'd , and all without Relief , Revenge succeeds to Love , and Rage to Grief : Tempests and Whirlwinds through my Bosom move , Heave up , and madly mount my Soul above The reach of Pity , or the bounds of Love. Approach and seize the Traytor Enter Guards . Cleom. Now I can speak ; thy kindness kept me dumb : For that I could not answer : The false Syren , No longer hiding her uncomely parts , Struts on the Waves , and shews the Brute below . Cassand . Stop that foul Mouth : Behold this Royal Signet ; The Warrant of his Death . Guards go to seize him . Cleom. Stand back ye Slaves , He Draws his Sword. And put me not to stain a Spartan Sword : With base Aegyptian Blood. He advances upon 'em , they retire with signs of fear . Cassand . Fall on , behold a Noble Beast at Bay : And the vile Huntsmen shrink More Aid : Who waits ? Enter Cleanthes . Now Sir , What brings you here ? Cleanth . My Zeal to serve you . Cassand . That shall be try'd ; Disarm him Cleanth . Cleomenes ! Deliver me your Sword. Cleom. How 's this , Cleanthes ? Cleanth . It must be so ! Cleom. Is this a Friends Advice , To give me up defenceless to a Croud , Whom Arm'd I could resist ? Cleanth . Must he dye , Madam ! Or be reserv'd for further punishment , At Ptolomey's return ? Cassand . Why ask you that ? Cleanth . Because his Destiny , for ought I find 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 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 . Cleon. O Father ! Cleom. Why dost thou call me by so kind a name ? 〈◊〉 ! That implies presiding Care , 〈…〉 to give . Willing himself to want ! 〈…〉 thy needs require ! Cleon. A little Food ! Have you none , Father ? One poor Hungry Morsel : Or give me leave to die as I desir'd ; For without your consent , Heaven knows , I dare not . Cleom. I prithee stay a little : I am loath To say hard things of Heaven ! Cleon. But what if Heaven Will do hard things , must not hard things be said ? Y'have often told me , That the Souls of Kings Are made above the rest of Humane Race ; Have they not Fortunes fitted for those Souls ? Did ever King die Starv'd ? Cleom. I know not that : Yet still be firm in this : The Gods are good , Tho' thou and I may perish . Cleon. Indeed I know not , That ever I offended Heaven in thought : I always said my Prayers . Cleom. Thou didst thy Duty . Cleon. And yet you lost the Battel when I Pray'd . Cleom. 'T was in the Fates I should : But hold thee there ! The rest is all unfathomable depth : This we well know , That if there be a Bliss Beyond this present Life , 't is purchas'd here , And Virtue is its price . Cleon. But are you sure Our Souls shall be Immortal ? Cleom. Why that Question ? Cleon. Because I find , that now my Body starves , My Soul decays : I think not as I did : My Head goes round : And now you swim before me Methinks my Soul is like a Flame , unfed With Oyl , that dances up and down the Lamp , But must expire ere long . Cleom. I prithee try to hold it while thou canst . Cleon. I would obey you , As I have always done , but I am faint ; And when you please to let me die , I 'll thank you . Cleom. Thou shalt have Food : I promise thee , thou shalt . Cleon. Then you shall promise to have Food for your self too ; For if you have it not , I would refuse to eat : Nay I would chuse to die , that you might seed on me . Cleom. Mark , Heaven , his Filial Love , And if a Family of such as these Must perish thus , your Model is destroy'd By which you made good Men. Enter Pantheus hastily . Panth. Be chearful , Sir , The Gods have sent us Food . Cleom. They try'd me of the longest : But by whom ? Panth. Go in and see . Cleon. Good Father , do not stay to ask , but go . Cleom. Go thou thy Youth calls fiercer than my Age. Cleon. But then make haste : and come to take your part : Hunger may make me impious to eat all , And leave you last to starve Exit Cleonidas . Panth. Sir , will you go ? Cleom. I know not : I am half seas o'er to Death ! And since I must die once , I wou'd be loth To make a double work of what 's half finish'd ; Unless I could be sure the Gods wou'd still Renew these Miracles : Who brought this Food ? Panth. He 's here that can resolve you ! Exit Panth. Enter Cleanthes with a Sword in his hand . Cleom. How dar'st thou come again within my sight ? Thou art but 't is no matter what thou art , I 'll not consider thee so far to think Thee worth Reproach . Away , away Egyptian ! That 's all the Name that 's left Thee . Cleant. Such I appear indeed : Cleom. Why then for once , that which thou seem'st thou art : Be gone . Cleant. Oh I have been too long away ! Cleom. Too soon thou art return'd , To Triumph o'er my Fate . Cleant. Forgive me , that I seem'd your Foe . Cleom. Forgive me , Heaven , for thinking thee my Friend : No more ; 't is loss of Time to talk . Cleanth . Indeed it is , When hunger calls so loud for Sustenance . But whether Friend or Foe , 't is Food I bring . Cleom. 'T is Poison ; and my Mother , and my Wife , And my poor famish'd Boy are eating Death : Thou would'st not have me think that thou repent'st ? Cleanth . Heav'n knows , I do not ! Cleom. Well said , Man ! Go on and be not bashful To own the Merits of thy Wickedness . Cleanth . What need has Innocence of a Repentance ? Cleom. Shuffling again ! Prithee be of a piece . A little steddiness becomes a Villain . Cleanth . Oh! Friend for yet I dare to call you so ; Which if I were a Villain ; sure I durst not . Hear me or kill me ! Cleom. So , by Heav'n , I would , For thy profaning Friendship 's holy Name : But for thou see'st no Justice hanging here On this bare side , thou talk'st secure of Vengeance . Cleanth . Then if you had a Sword , my Death 's resolv'd ! Cleom. Thy Conscience answers thee . Cleanth . Without more Evidence than bare Surmise ; At most appearance of a Crime unprov'd ; And while unprov'd , uncertain ? Cleom. Traitor , no more ; 't is fulsome ! Cleanth . Take the Sword Throws it to him . Cleom. I thank thee Draw thy own . Takes it up . Cleanth . No Take that too . Draws his , and offers it . Cleom. Fool Would'st thou die without Defence ? Cleanth . I would not : But you forbad me to defend my self , Then , when you would not hear me ! Cleom. Can Falshood have a better Argument Than Force for its Defence ? Trust to that Topick , And bear thee like a Man. Cleanth . I think , I do . Cleom. What kind o' Man is that , who dares not fight ? Cleanth . The Man , who dares not when his Honour calls , Is what you mean ; but what I never was : For Honour never summons without Reason . Force is the Law of Brutes . The dumb Creation , Where Words and Reason want , appeal to Might . I thought a King , and what you boast , a Spartan , Might have known this without th' Aegyptian's telling . Cleom. Come , Come ; Thou dar'st not fight . Cleanth . By Heav'n , I dare . But first my Honour must be justify'd , If you dare be my Judge : For in this crude and indigested Quarrel , If I should fall unheard , you kill your Friend , The Man who lov'd you best , and holds you dearest . And should you perish in th' unjust Attempt , The Sword that slew you , shou'd revenge your Death : For I should soon o'ertake you in the way , To quit my self before you reach'd the Shades , And told your Tale to Minos . Cleom. Then I must hear : But swear , swear first I charge thee , That when I have pronounc'd , thou wilt no more Prolong thy prattle with some new Excuse : And prithee cut it short because I faint , And long to kill thee first : Oh , I am going , A rising Vapour rumbles in my Brains . I hear my Words far off stand , stand , thou Traytor , And swim not thus before me 't is too late , Puts the point upon the ground once or twice , leans on 't , and staggers . And I fall unreveng'd Offers to run at him , and is falling . Cleanth . What , ho , Pantheus ! Runs to him , and takes him in his Arms. The best of Men is dying in my Arms , And I want pow'r to save him . Enter Pantheus . Panth. Oh Heav'ns ! what means this direful Object ? Cleanth . Ask not with unassisting pity ; bow him forward ; Rub his numb'd Temples , while I wipe the Sweat From his cold clammy Face . Panth. His mounting Heart Bounces against my hands , as if it would Thrust off his manly Soul. Cleanth . Wrench ope his mouth , While I infuse these 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 , 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 . There 's Justice for my self , and for my Son ! Look up , sweet Boy , And tell me that thou liv'st . Cleonid . Fain I would live To Comfort you : I bleed and am asham'd To say I faint , and call my self your Son ; O Traytor Coenus ? What 's become of him ? Cleom. Look , there he lies . Cleonid . I am glad on 't , Forgive me , Heaven : I hope 't is no offence To say I am glad , because he kill'd me basely . Still , I grow fainter : Hold me , hold me , Father . Cleom. Cheer up , and thou shalt live . Cleonid . No : I 'm just dying . Cleom. What shall I lose ? Cleonid . A Boy : That 's all . I might have liv'd to Manhood : But once I must have dy'd . Cleom. But not before thy Father ? Cleonid . Nay : then you envy me , that I am first Happy : I go ; and when you come pray find me out And own me for your Son. Dies . Cleom. There went his Soul : Fate thou hast done thy worst , And all thou canst henceforth ; is but mean Slaughter , The gleanings of this Harvest . Enter Pantheus . Panth. Sir , y 're well found : our Enemies are fled : I left our men pursuing , and made haste To bring this joyfull News . Cleom. Look there , and if thou dar'st , now give me joy . Panth. Enough ! y' have stopp'd my mouth what Coenus kill'd ? I ask no Questions then , of who kill'd who : The Bodies tell their Story as they lie . Haste , and revenge ! Cleom. Where are our Enemies ? Panth. Sculking , disperst in Garrets , and in Cellars . Enter Cleanthes . Cleom. Not worth the seeking : Are these fit t' atone For Cleomenes Mother , Son , and Wife ? But what the Gods have left us , we must take . Cleanth . 'T is all in vain : we have no further work : The People will not be dragg'd out to Freedom : They bar their Doors against it : Nay , the Prisoners Even guard their Chains , as their inheritance ; And Man their very Dungeons , for their Masters : Lest Godlike Liberty , the Comon Foe , Should enter in ; and they be judg'd hereafter Accomplices of Freedom . Panth. Then , we may sheath our Swords . Cleanth . We may , Pantheus ; But so as brave men should , each in his Bosome . That onely way is left us to die free . Cleom. All 's lost for which I once desir'd to live . Panth. Come , to our business then : Be speedy Sir ; And give the word ; I 'll be the first ; to charge The Grim Foe , death . Cleom. Fortune , Thou hast reduc'd me very low , To do the Drudgery of fate my self ! What! not one brave Egyptian ! not one worthy To do me manly Right , in single Combat ! To fall beneath my fury ? For that 's Justice : But , then to drag me after : For to die , And yet , in Death to Conquer , is my Wish ! Cleanth . Then have your Wish : The Gods at last are kind : And have provided you a Sword that 's worthy To match your own : 'T is an Egyptians too . Cleom. Is there that hidden Treasure in thy Countrey ? The Gods be prais'd for such a Foe I want . Cleanth . Not such a Foe , but such a Friend am I. I would fall first , for fear I should survive you , And pull you after to make sure in Death , To be your undivided Friend for ever . Cleom. Then enter We into each others Breasts . 'T is a sharp passage ; yet a kind one too . But to prevent the blind mistake of Swords , Lest one drop first , and leave his Friend behind , Both thrust at once , and home , and at our Hearts : Let neither stand on Guard , but let our Bosomes Lie open to each other in our Death , As in our Life they were Cleanth . I Seal it thus . Kiss and embrace . Panth. And where 's my part ? You shut me out like Churls , While you devour the Feast of Death betwixt you . Cleom. Cheer up thy Soul , and thou shalt die Pantheus : But in thy turn : There 's Death enough for all : But as I am thy Master , wait my leisure , And honestly Compose my Limbs to Rest , Then serve thy self . Now are you ready , Friend ? Cleanth . I am . Cleom. Then this to our next happy meeting They both push together , then stagger backwards and fall together in each others Arms. Cleanth . Speak , have I serv'd you to your Wish , my Friend ? Cleom. Yes , Friend thou hast I have thee in my heart Say art Thou sped ? Cleanth . I am , 't is my last Breath . Cleom. And mine Then both are Happy both Die. Panth. So , this was well perform'd and soon dispatch'd : Both sound asleep already , And farewell both for one short moment . Trumpets sound , Victory within . Those are the Foes , our little band is lost For want of these Defenders : I must hasten , Lest I be forc'd to live , and led in Triumph ; Defrauded of my Fate : I 've earn'd it well , And finish'd all my Task : This is my place : Just at my Masters feet Guard him , yee Gods , And save his sacred Corps from publick shame He falls on his Sword , and lies at the feet of Cleom. Dies . Enter Sosybius , Cassandra , and Aegyptians . Sosyb. 'T is what my Heart foreboded : There he lies , Extended by the Man whom best he lov'd ! A better Friend than Son. Cassand . What 's he , or Thou ? or Ptolomy ? or Aegypt ? Or all the world to Cleomenes lost ? Sosyb. Then I suspected right : If my revenge , Can ease my sorrow ; This , the King shall know ; That thou mayst reap the due reward of Treason , And violated Love. Cassand . Thy worst old Dotard . I wish to die : but if my mind should Change , So well I know my Power , that Thou art lost . Sosyb. The King's arrival shall decide our Fate . Mean time to show how much I honour Virtue , Take up that Hero's Body , bear it high , Like the Procession of a Deity : Let his arm'd Figure on his Tomb be set , And We like Slaves lie grovling at his feet ; Whose Glories growing till his latest Breath , Excell'd all others : And his own in Death . Ex. omnes .
FINIS .