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A dog you worship, and partake his nature;
A race of speaking spaniels.
Panth. Let them go; we'll do our work without them.
Clean. The comfort is, our foes are like our friends; Holiday heroes, drawn out once a month, At public charge, to eat, and to be drunk; Mere mouths of war.
Enter SOSIBIUS and CENUS, at the Head of many Egyptians: They, who spoke before, bolt out of their Doors, and join with them.
Sosib. 'Twas what I always feared,—even when I saved thee,
To find thee thus engaged among my foes:
Clean. Against my father's cause, but not my father:
If you would needs become yourself a slave,
Sosib. Withdraw thyself from ruin, I command thee.
Sosib. This is too much.-Fall on, but spare my son.
Enter CASSANDRA, attended.
Cas. Sosibius, hold! Withdraw your men to dis
You know this signet: Obey your king in me. [Shews the Signet.
Sosib. Never more gladly; though my son's a rebel, Yet nature works to save him.
Cas. Then rather than he should untimely fall, [CENUS draws off SOSIBIUS's Men. I would forgive the rest, and offer life Even to that fugitive, if he please to treat. Cleom. Be short; and, if you can, for once, sincere. Cas. What can you hope from this unequal fight, Where numbers rise from every foe you kill, And grow from their defeat?
Cleom. We come resolved;
And to die killing, is a kind of conquest.
Cas. But are not life and freedom worth accepting,
When offered; and, with such conditions too, As make them both more pleasing? Your friend's 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. [Stepping back.
Cleom. No private parley;
Spartans do all in public.
Clean. We know your reasons for these 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 restored, 'Tis peace; if not, 'tis war.
Sosib. A fair proposal: Be it peace.
Cas. No, fool! 'tis war-Know, heavy hero, know, I gained 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 painful. Farewell, traitor! And thank thyself, not me. [Ex. Cas. and SOSIP
Cleom. Revenge, revenge,
And speedy death, or conquest!-Hold, Cleanthes! Enter CLEONIDAS.
By heaven, I'm pleased to see thee safe this moment, Though I expect the next to lose thee.-Guard him, Cleanthes: Set him safe behind the front.
Clean. Come, sir, you are now my charge.
That I should seek this danger, and not share it.-
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 SOSIBIUS, as having him down: CLEANTHES runs to him and interposes.
Clean. Pantheus, hold; or turn thy sword on me. Panth. [To SosIB.] 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.
Sosib. The gods reward thy pious care. [CLEANTHES leads off his Father; while PAN
THEUS 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 them off: CLEONIDAS is left behind: So is CENUS, who had skulked.
Conus. This was well watched: The boy is left unguarded. [Thrusts at CLEON. behind. Cleon. Oh! I am slain by treason! Revenge me, royal father.
Cleom. "Twas sure his voice :— [Sees him on the ground.
Too sure!-Pity and rage
And tell me that thou livest.
Cleon. Fain I would live,
To comfort you! I bleed, and am ashamed
O traitor Conus! What's become of him?
Cleon. I am glad on't:
Forgive me, heaven: I hope 'tis no offence
Cleon. No; I am just dying.
Cleom. What shall I lose?
Cleon. A boy; that's all. I might have lived to manhood;
But once I must have died.
Cleom. But not before thy father.
Cleon. Nay, then you envy me, that I'm first happy. I go; and, when you come, pray find me out,
And own me for your son!
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.
Panth. Sir, you're well found. Our enemies are fled: I left our men pursuing, and made haste To bring this joyful news.
Cleom. Look there, and, if thou darest, now give me joy.
Panth. Enough: you've stopped my mouth.---What? Čonus killed?
I ask no questions then of who killed who;
Haste, and revenge!
Cleom. Where are our enemies?
Panth. Sculking, dispersed in garrets, and in cellars.
Cleom. Not worth the seeking. Are these fit to
For Cleomenes' mother, son, and wife?
Clean. 'Tis all in vain: we have no further work.
Panth. Then we may sheath our swords.
But, as brave men should, each in his bosom ;