Cleom. Nay, that's closed too; the gods are deaf to prayers! Hush then; the irrevocable doom's gone forth, Crat. Cleanthes! (Oh, could you suspect his faith?) 'Twas he, that headed those, who forced her hence. Cleom. Pantheus bleeds! Panth. A scratch, a feeble dart, At distance thrown by an Egyptian hand. The void place aches within me.-O, my boy, Cleon. None so bad, As that I am a boy. Cleanthes scorned me; Cleom. Alas! thy manhood, like a forward spring, Canst thou fetch manhood up, with thy short steps, While, with long strides, the giant stalks before thee. Cleon. Am I to die before I am a man? Cleom. Yes, thou must die with me, and I with her, Who gave me life; and our poor infant too, within, Must die before it knows what dying means. Three different dates of nature, one would think; But fate has crammed us all into one lease, And that even now expiring. Panth. Yet we live. Cleom. No, even now we die; death is within us, 7 And keeps our life; for nourishment is life, same; And we can shorten those, turn days to hours, Cleon. So say I. Panth. While we have spirits left to meet him boldly. Cleon. I'll hold my breath, And keep my soul a prisoner in my body; Crat. Yet you chuse it, To please our foes; that, when they view our skeletons, Cleom. Not so; but that we durst not tempt the gods, To break their images without their leave. For heaven has means to free us; if not me, Whose life may ransom yours. Crat. No more of that: I find your distant drift,-to die alone; As if we durst not die; I'll not survive you. Panth. Nor I. Cleon. 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 subtile 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. Omnes. 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; Crat. What are you dreaming, son, with eyes cast upwards, Like a mad prophet in an ecstacy? Cleom. Musing on what we saw. Just such is death, With a black veil, covering a beauteous face. By erring nature; a mistaken phantom; A harmless, lambent fire. She kisses cold; What joys she brings, at least, what rest from grief; Crat. Look, what we have forgot! The joy to see L Cleora here, has kept us from enquiring, Cleom. Small joy, heaven knows, to be adopted here, Into the meagre family of famine! The house of hunger! therefore asked I not; Cleor. I know not how, or why, my surly gaoler, Cleom. Some new resolve. · Cassandra plots, and then refines on malice; Plays with revenge. With rage she snatched you hence, And renders you with scorn: I thought to show you, And hansel fate before you; but thy presence Will hand in hand to the dark mansions go, ACT V.-SCENE I. Enter CASSANDRA and SoSIBIUS. Sosib.. And what have you determined? Sosib. A wholesome resolution. Have you fixed The time? Cas. He daily dies, by hours and moments; Sosib. But ere fate reach him, The mercy of the king may interpose. Cas Yes, in your despite. ; Sosib. Be not displeased, suppose he should escape? Cas. Suppose he should have wings: impossible! Sosib. Yet, keepers have been bribed. To whom can Ptolemy Impute that crime, but you? Cas. He may; but let him if he dares.- You know a little thing provokes the crowd |