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Actus Tertius.

Enter Cleander and Timandra.
Clean.
How shall I give my Grief a name that Live,
And yet am worse than lost? misfortune never
Declar'd me miserable, till this Hour.
For while I Read bright Comforts in thy Eyes,
See my self lov'd and promis'd to be once
The happy Owner of thy self, and Virtue;
I do Behold a Hand would Snatch thee from me.

Tim.
It must be the cold Hand of Death. I promis'd
My Love to you with such devotion,
As with our last Breath gives up our Souls
To Heaven: And those that dare lay Violence
Upon our mutual Vows shall Reap the fruit
Of nothing but their Sins.

Clean.
Thou art excellently good: Perfection has
No name in Nature large enough for thine,
And what am I, to merit so much Goodness?
Thou canst not chuse but see how much I am
A darkning to thy Lustre: every Smile
Bestow'd on me, is but a Sun-beam cast
Upon a Rock, which cannot pay the Gift
With any thing but Barrenness: The gods
For some offence are Angry all with me,
So much, that 'twere a Sin almost to ask
A kindness from above for thee, least they
Punish thy Virtue for my sake.

Tim.
Or yours rather for me.

Clean.
My Stars have made a Faction in Heaven,
And poison'd all the Influence of thine,
Which else would be less cruel, and take thee
Into their kinder Conduct. Is't not then
A Justice to Remove me from thy Love?
Then all thy Grief would Vanish soon with me,
Or else command me to Act something for
Thy sake, which in the doing may destroy me.

Tim.
You do not think I can be so unkind
To impose a danger upon you, whom I
Have Beg'd of Heaven; and whose misfortunes I have
Wept for as my Sins, and wish'd 'em wholly mine,
So I might ease your Breast: You have forgot,
I only Live in you, and when you dye,
Timandra is destroy'd, I shall despise
The Tyrants Policy and Rage.—

Clean.
Thou hast nam'd the Reason,
Why 'tis fit I should not Live.

Tim.
To see my Constancy?

Clean.
And what must follow;
A constant persecution of thy Innocence.

Tim.
'Tis Conquest that way to be Overcome:
I am sure you won me so.

Clean.
I know thy Blood will throw severe Disdains
Upon this bold Usurper, who neglected,
May by his Rage be prompted to more Wickedness,
While I must be an idle Looker on.
And See thy Goodness war against thy Safety,
Like a tame Cipher, keep a place within
Thy Breast, to encrease the number, when thou hast
A mind to sum thy Griefs.
This is not all; thou art to Combat with
Another Serpent of a softer mould,
Perhaps more dangerous, when deceiv'd his Son,
When t'other canot by his fiercer Nature.
This may Attempt to catch thee with an Art,
Betray thee with a Charme of seeming Innocence,
And with Civilities attempt to Cheat,
If possible, thy Virtue.

Tim.
How I could chide you now: It is not well
At this Time, when our Loves, our Lives, and Honours
Are most concern'd, and ask our wisest Counsel
And strength to guard 'em, to take off our Courage,
By numbring up our dangers; as if Death,
Which sums them all, were more Considerable
Than our own Honour to be arm'd against it.

Clean.
Thou hast awak'd
My Soul and Reason: I have said too much,
Which not Consider'd, Springing from my Love
And Fear of thee, were above all Forgiveness.
Thy pardon will Restore me to my self:
Here I throw off my melancholy dream.

Tim.
Heaven will have care of both.

Clean.
Thy words are Prophecies.

Enter a Lady.
Lady.
Madam, the Prince Dionysius.

[Exit.
Clean.
It may advance something, if you speak kindly
To the young Highness, who may be Honorably
Preserv'd, and be of use to our Necessities:
The gods allow us prudence.

Tim.
I'le withdraw.

[Exit.
Enter Dionysius.
Clea.
Your Highness humble Servant; I rejoyce
To see you cheerful Sir; the Queen was thinking,
The late unkindness of your Father, might
Have made too deep Imprission in your thoughts.

Dionis.
'Twas an Affront shook my Obedience.—But you see
I wear a quiet Face.

Clean.
I see you can Retain, Your filial Piety.

Dionis.
I preserve
My thoughts in their own purity to the Queen,
And came to kiss her Hand.

Enter Timandra.
Clea.
She's coming forth.
I'le leave you.

Dionis.
Your near Relation may do me a Favour
When I am absent, by some friendly mention.—
I may deserve it.

Clean.
You have already Sir.
[Exit Cleander.

Dionis.
Madam, it was not
A want within me of that most Religious
Esteem I owe to your person, that I did not
shew more of passion in my late Affront,
And you concern'd.

Tim.
You shew'd a noble temper
And piety to your Father.

Dionis.
I hope Madam,
You wonot think my soul so much a Coward
To quit the least thought of my Honoring you,
The Pride and Glory of your Sex: I hold it
A greater Blessing to call you Mistris, than him Father.

Tim.
But with your Highness pardon;
Here's nothing of ill Consequence consider'd,
Or to your self or me: And dangers have
But ill Invitements to Affection.
Though you have made me Captive, I am not
So weary of my self to wear new Chains.
What is your Father's Court to me? A Prison,
But with more Paint and Ornament: I take
The Garden Air, sometimes the Fields, or Grove.
But not without your Father, in whose absence
I want not spies upon me: In each Cham ber
And Gallery: And this he calls by Liberty,
And glorious Freedom: But you cannot help it.—

Dionisi.
Madam, I came to tell you that I can
And will, if you consent.—

Tim.
To what,

Dion.
To accept it as my Service and my Duty,
I know you look upon me now with wonder,
Forgive me, and forget I brought you hither
To exercise the greatness of your Virtue,
And when I kiss this sacred Hand, let it
Bind like an Oath (that's sworn by all the Gods)
I will not rest 'till you are free again
Out of the reach and force of Siracuse
In your own Kingdom; where your Subjects eyes,
To see you agen Surpriz'd with your blest presence,
Shall weep their sudden joys, and dye contented.
Nay, in your own Court, Madam, where I found you,
When you were praying unto stubborn Heaven
That heard you not. If all this be not done
By mee, and ere the Sun three times Rejoyce
The world with Day, Conclude that I am dead.
And one thing, Madam, more; I scorn to make
A Price, or name my own Reward: when this
Is perfect, you may please to think I lov'd you.

Tim.
You have nam'd such things Sir, (give me your pardon)
I have not hope eneough to think'em possible;
But such an Act would merit much.—

Dion.
I must
Seem calme and easie to my Father 'till
It come to Action: the method is already
Form'd in my Brain: All that is good attend you.

[Exit.
Enter Cleander.
Clean.
I am glad to see these Smiles aboard.

Tim.
I have a story will concern our happiness
This Dionisius may be noble.

Clean.
I mainly doubt it, Madam: If the Devil
Should spawn a Saint it would be wonderful.

Enter a Lady.
Lady.
Madam, a young Gentleman from the King,
Humbly desires Access.

Tim.
We are interrupted;
I guess upon what Embassy he comes: Please you,
Withdraw.

Enter Calanthe.
Clean.
He's young and handsome; What great pity it is
He should be a Knave so soon? But the Usurper
Is cunning to engage such Innocent Faces,
To abuse our fond Belief: How the Urchin throws
His eyes upon me? As he would stare me
Out o'th'Presence.
[Exit Cleander.

Clean.
Madam, I hope you will vouchsafe your pardon
If to express a Service for your just.
Concerns, I beg a Freedom.

Tim.
You attend the King?

Cal.
Madam, I do, but am not now his Messenger.

Tim.
I like it better.

Cal.
Though I bring with me what is fit for Princes
To hear, the Language of an humble Heart,
That in the general interest to Virtue
Comes to unlade it self, and do you service.

Tim.
Thou givest thy business a spacious preface,
And by thy looks it should be fair: But yet
Sweet youth take heed the Court (thou com'st from) do not
Instruct thee wrong: Thou serv'st a Master wise
Enough to Teach.—

Cal.
My attendance on the King, Madam, doth carry
No early date, and if you dare believe me
My time hath been to mourn, not to admire
Transactions of the Court: Some tears I have wept,
(Though a stranger to your Person) for your sake.

Tim.
Prethee take off my wonder, and be clear:
This Language would invite me to believe
There were some Danger near.

Cal.
I would give it a Name
That should not fright you: for it is
Within your choise, timely to scatter all
Those hovering Clouds that may involve you in
Too late Repentance.

Tim.
Still thou art obscure.

Cal.
It is no secret in the Court; The King
(For that he has made his Title now) does love you.

Enter Damocles.
Dam.
Ha! what makes that Boy here—Ile observe.

[He obscures.
Cal.
And cherishes a hope by marriage
To fix his never satisfyed Ambition.

Tim.
This is not thy Concernment.

Cal.
But it will
Be yours too soon, and justly may be mine
Who have a Heart that inward bleeds to see
So great a Queen, and more than great in Virtue
Made a Tyrants hopes.

Tim.
Thy duty to the King obliges thee
To wish him well although my Ruin Follow,
Alas, I have no favours to Reward thee.

Cal.
To serve your Virtue is above Reward,
Save what Heaven gives.

Tim.
This boldness wants example.

Cal.
I confess it,
And in that answers his impiety;
You cannot choose but know it. Fame has not
Yet lost his Tongue abroad, and it might reach
Your ear: Or if you have not been so happy,
'Tis not too late to tell you he is false
To Heaven and all mankind: Within his Breast
Dwells no ingredient of Love or Honour,
And though he carry Bolsome in his Lip,
'Tis to betray you at last a Sacrifice
To his unruly Greatness.

Tim.
I am a Queen.

Cal.
But in a Tyrants power, which knows no Law,
When he has secured your Crown to his Ambition.

Tim.
I have heard too much of him, he dares not Act
A Violence, although I be his Prisoner.

Cal.
He that durst act a Sacriledge upon
His King, will think it but a petty Trespass,
To bruise, or break a soft Heart, such as yours.

Tim.
All this I know is Truth: But why from him!
[Aside.
But that he speak so passionately the Vices
Of this great man, I should believe I had
A Rival, that obscur'd within that Habit:
There's something more than my weak Eye can Reach,
His words do speak a greater Soul, than what
He seemes to enclose.

Cal.
I hope 'twill prosper: She seems to Resent it.
[Aside.
Madam, I dare not trespass more upon you:
I have discharg'd my duty to your merit,
To Justice and to Heaven; And now I cast
My self on Providence for what must follow.
If I have given a light to see the Danger,
You might incurr with this bad King, I am happy.
But if my want of years or Eloquence,
To cloath my Honest meaning better, make it
Less acceptable, You may soon Revenge it,
I have put a poor unworthy Life within
Your Breath, which you may throw into the Air,
Or call the Usurpers Cruelty to punish it.
You shall see Madam, then, I fear not Death;
And in my last devotions will pray,
Heaven may forgive you.

Tim.
Stay noble Youth, and
Take my thanks: I know not when thou meanst
To visit me agen.

The King comes forth.
Enter Strato and Proclus.
Dam.
Our Guard lay hold upon that Traytor; that Impudent
Young Villain, Yes—
He shall visit you, when he can crawle from tother world.

Cal.
My Stars have done their worst: be you perfect Madam.

Dam.
Let his Tongue be cut out immediately.

Tim.
Sir, I beseech you, let not your Anger fall
With so much Cruelty.

Dam.
Madam, though you have not merited so much
If the Story be consider'd, to incline me
To any mercy for him; Yet that part
Of his punishment I Remit. Drag him to
The Common prison till further Order—
Stay, I have thought better on't.
Carry him prisoner to the Castle, and tell Cleomenes,
I have sent back his pretious Page, but bid him,
As he will stand clear in our Thoughts, look to him,
And place him in some Dungeon, dark and deep enough,
Where he may Howl unpitied: He may afford him
The musique of his Chains to make him merry.

Cal.
And when you have done all your Cruelty,
Death will, at last (spight of your Rage). Release me.

[Exit Calanthe and Officers.
Enter Hugo: Stops, and goes off.
Dam.
Madam, you may be wise yet, to consider
I honourably Court you: What is past,
Is in your wisdom to Redeem by Smiles
Upon your Servant; pray think timely Madam.—

[Exit.
Enter Cleander, and observes Timandra going of weeping.
Clean.
Weeping? Shall I kill him now, and Oblige
The world by taking off this hated Monster?
Yet he spoke kindly when he parted from her.
[Exit Tim.
Enter Damocles.
But he Returns.

Dam.
Hiarbas: Nearer yet. You may Remember,
I said 'twas in your power to deserve
Your Liberty, and me your Friend: The way
Is this: Use all your Interest or Art
To make the Queen more soft to my desires.

Clea.
How Sir?

Dam.
I would have a marriage of our Crowns and Hearts.
You understand?

Clean.
I must acknowledge You much honour me,
But Sir, you have chosen a weak Orator
In the affairs of Love: I wish I had
An Interest in the Queen so great to serve you
To your own merit; but in what my Power
Or Language can effect, in Reference to
Your wishes, shall appear.

Dam.
Thou art prudent: she has newly took the Gallery.
[Exit Clea.
Enter Hugo again.
Hugo, I thought our favours would have made you
Be near us still: I wanted thee.

Hug.
I was here within these Six minutes to attend you, Sir.

Dam.
I saw thee not.

Hug.
But I did you Sir, with the beautious Queen,
And knew my duty better, than to interrupt you
When you are private with a Lady.

Dam.
You can be a Courtier.

Hug.
I have news for you.

Dam.
What's that?

Hug.
Your Son presents his duty to you.

Dam.
My Son?

Hug.
Yes, your obedient Son, as I have Order'd him,
He begs your pardon, for his bold intrusion
Upon the Queen Timandra's Love, he has
Done with her.

Dam.
Done with her? How?

Hug.
He has disengag'd her from his thought, and now
Wisely foresees your Care and deep Contrivements
Are for his good and Greatness, when it shall
Please Heaven to call you hence, which I hope
Will never be whilst I live Sir.

Dam.
I thought he had been stubborn, and resolv'd
An expedition far enough to tame him.

Hug.
The People will not thank you, Sir, for that,
They have no mind to part with him.

Dam.
The People! Hang the shabbed multitude.

Hug.
Oh! they love him Sir, and he is more endear'd
To their kind thoughts since his Return.

Dam.
And I grow less, ha?

Hug.
The more's the pity Sir.

Dam.
But tell me Hugo.—

Hug.
The many headed Beast will talk Sir,—

Dam.
Of me?

Hug.
I Sir, of you.

Dam.
What dare they say?

Hug.
E'en bad enough: They were ill before, but
The bloody Nose you gave the Senate, Sir,
Has turn'd their Tongues wild.

Dam.
I must know what they say.

Hug.
I beseech you do not: Do not desire to hear it.
A pox upon 'em, what can you expect from Rogues
And Rebels?

Dam.
I have a prospect of their Hearts already;
I know they love me not: But I do long
To hear how the Slaves talk, and belch their poison:
Come, Gi't me therefore in their own pure Vomit.

Hug.
I am very unwilling: I know 'twill make you angry.

Dam.
With thee? Do't I command thee, as thou lov'st me.
But let me have no mincing of the Treason,
Nor washing a fowl word; the Sports lost then,
I'm in the Humor for't.

Hug.
You know I am the Creature of your Smiles,
And must obey when you Command; But—

Dam.
There's no Retreat, Begin, now I am ready.

Hug.
Why, Sir, the people call you a Bold Knave: Yes
By my troth, which in their opinion is a worse
Name than Traytor, and more suitable to
Their understandings. They that would be
Thought less Soluble in their own Tongues,
Say, you are but an Usurper, and though you
Have the luck to dye in your Bed; nay, and may
Have the liberty to stinke in your Grave,
Yet they hope before they dye to make it a
Holiday, and see you hang'd after all this, to
The great Comfort of the Nation. What Rogues are these?

Dam.
The Rascals would be witty: On good Hugo.

Hug.
Another says, the Flames you have kindled
Can never be quench'd, till some of your principal members
Be committed to the Fire. The name
Of your Quarters has been terrible; and therefore
They wish, that every Post, that now carries
A Libel, had also a Limb of you.

Dam.
Good, Good.

Hug.
For your Soul, they think the Devil will
Scarce have any thing to do with it, though
It be his due; lest your impudence should
Out-face him in his own Dominions, and by
Some Faction and Conspiracy there, Cheat
Him of his Kingdom, as you have done your
Soveraign here.

Dam.
Ha, Ha.

Hug.
They say, beside other gifts, you have two Virtues
Most remarkable: Pity, and Devotion.

Dam.
'Tis well they will allow me any thing.

Hug.
They say you can Out-weep the Crocodile, when
You have the Humours to dissemble, and can eat
Up any mans Heart with tears in your eyes
For your devotion: the people never tremble more
Than when you look upwards to Pray: Your days
Of Humiliation are a certain preface to some
Notable mischief: for if they scape a Tax, the
Murder of some honest Men must follow: after
Which you commonly Order a Thanks-giving.

Dam.
They observe me right Hugo: If they have any
Malice left, a little more, 'tis excellent Mirth.

Hug.
They that speak favourably of you, say you are
A brave Villain: In conduct fortunate and full
Of Courage, but all misappli'd to serve your design
Of enslaving a Kingdom, to Master a Crown,
Which they say will shew upon your Head, but as
A brighter mark of your Rebellion, till your
Noddle ake with the weight of it, and both fall
From your shoulders in a great storm; In which
They prophesie the Devil means to come, ere it be
Long and fetch your Soul away.

Dam.
A storm? I shall go off with loud musick then,
Ha, ha: So, so, let'em talk on; and when their Breath
Is spent, their Heirs may take up their quarrel
And kill me in a Chronicle; where they shall read
That all their Fathers were my slaves: Ha, ha,
Farewell honest Hugo.

[Exit severally.
Enter Parmenio and an old Servant.
Par.
And didst thou wait that day upon my Father
At Timoleons Tombe.

Serv.
'Twas my last service Sir:

Par.
Didst see him murder'd too?

Serv.
I saw your Father, the good Lord Demaratus
On the Pile with other Senators,
Bleeding his Life away, and with the first,
Thought it my duty, though it were sad news,
To acquaint you Sir by letter.

Par.
And I find
The story now confirm'd: I am lost to all the World:
No man dares own me but this poor old Servant.
To my Fathers death this Cruelty is added,
That me they devour'd alive: All that my Father
And his old Predecessors had been gathering
So many years to keep alive our Family;
They have torn and Ravish'd from me.
Why do I breath this Aire?

Enter Hugo at one door, at the other two Colonels, Calanthe, and a Souldier, leading her as a Prisoner.
Hug.
How now Colonels? Why in this posture?

Sir.
We are commanded to carry this young Traytor to the Castle.

Hug.
I ever thought he was a Rascal: You were Cleomenes
Page Sirra, were you not? Well, I suspect
Hugo whispers with the Colo.
That Lord too: But what has he done Colonels?

Serv.
If I mistake not, those two Feather Caps
Are of the military Tribe, that brought Commission to
Plunder your Fathers House Sir,
And one of 'em quoited me out of the dining Room.

Hug.
Ile bear you Company,
I cannot serve the State too much, I love to have
My hand in every Treason.

Proc.
You were ever active.

Parm.
Leave me I charge thee.

[Exit Servant.
Hug.
What's he that comes confidently towards us?

Parm.
I have an humble suit to you Gentlemen.

Hug.
It may be so, but I use not to carry single mony,
And these Colonels have nothing but Gold about 'em.

Parm.
I scorn your Charities, unless it be to kill me.

Stra.
How kill thee? upon what acquaintance?

Parm.
And to that I must have you consent, Ile shew
You Reasons, and then I know you'l do't.

Hug.
Friend, your Reasons.

Parm.
I was late Son to an unfortunate Senator.

Hug.
Son of a Senator, That's somewhat: He deserves
To be run through the shoulder for that: Look to
The Prisoner; I do not like this despirate fellow.

Parm.
My Father was murther'd at Timoleons Tombe
And by some marks given me, you may be two
Of the Barbarous Villains.

Proc.
The young man's Angry.

Hug.
Look to the Prisoner I say.

Parm.
I could not reach the City at an hour
to die with him, but time enough to hear,
That since his death, that Fortune, which his Care
Meant mine, is seiz'd upon: All my hopes lost,
I have a Total Ruin.

Hug.
What dost thou tell us of Ruins, and killing of thy
Father? Come to the point: Tell us something of
Consequence; We have other business to attend.

Parm.
In short I must prevail with one of you to kill
Me presently:

Hug.
Art thou in earnest? Look to the Prisoner, I say.

Parm.
By all my better hopes of to'ther World,
I hate to live in this, Stript of all Comforts.
Who draws? Ile stand a fair mark for his Sword.

Hug.
Sir, we have something else to do, then
To kill a man that hath lost both his Friends
And his Fortune: you must 'en live 'till you dye,
If you had had the luck to have been with your Father,
These Gentlemen would have done you Reason.
But now the State is satisfyed, and for ought
I see, you must live a little longer, unless you will
Be impatient, and hang your self.

Pro.
We do not use to exceed our Commissions Sir.

Parm.
Why then my Sword shall try what I can force.

Hugo.
Look to the Prisoner. Ah!
They fight: Calanthe runs away,
The Souldiers follows her.

Enter Cleomenes.
Cleo.
Ha! I have known that Face,
'Tis Demaratus's Son.

Hug.
Hold! I am a naked man: One of you kill him at my
Peril, Ile save you harmless; Here's a mad fellow
Indeed, O my Lord Cleomenes save me, defend me, there's
An impudent Rogue, he calls himself
The Son of a Senator, set upon us,
[Two Colonels.
My self and another Souldier

Cleo.
Not to have Rob'd you?

Hug.
No, no, the Rascal had a plot to have his own
Throat cut; and because we would not do him the Courtesie,
Like a Brazen-fac'd Fellow, he set upon four on's.

Cleome.
What's become o'th Colonels?

Hug.
Nay, nay, he has kill'd 'em for ought I know.

Cleo.
These are the men
Of mighty noise and Husk, when there's no danger,
Most nimble at a Throat, when they are numerous.
[Hugo looks about him.
But leaves tremble not more in a Rough Wind,
Than they to Guard themselves, when they are call'd
Upon the Accompt of Honour.

Hug.
He's here agen.

Enter Parmenio with his Sword drawn, and puts it up.
Parm.
It is the Lord Cleomenes.

Cleom.
Come hither desperate Gentleman.—

[Whispers.
Hug.
Ask him what he hath done with the two Field
Officers? Thank Heaven Sirra, I had no Sword,
As I do heartily: I think it sav'd my Life, I had
Been paid else: I am in a sweat to think whether I
should have gone if he had kill'd me.

Cleo.
So, no more, the Colonels made their retreat fairly;
He did not know your Person and Employment
And does ask pardon for the Fright he put you to.

Parm.
I humbly beg your pardon to my passion:
The memory of my undoing was too fresh within me.
Alas I was transported with rage, more for
My Fortune then my Father, and I am.—

Cleo.
Of our own Principles, and for the Cause, which made
His Father send him to Travail.—

Hug.
Saies your Lordship so? But Sir he has Rescu'd a
Young Villain that was sent hither by the
Kings command to be your Prisoner.

Parm.
I rescue a Prisoner? VVhom? or VVhen?

Hug.
That did you Sir, you were weary of your life before:
Now the Law shall hang you to your own Hearts desire.

Parm.
Upon my life I know not what he means.

Hug.
The thing that was your Page my Lord: O he's
Prov'd an impudent young Traytor.

Cleo.
Ha! VVhat has he done?

Hug.
Nay, I know not.—
Enter the Souldier leading Calanthe.
'Tis he: by good Fortune he is recovered: honest Souldier
Look for a reward: my Lord, it is
The King command you, put this Rogue into a Dungeon.

Cleo.
'Tis she, my Heart dares not look forth.—

[Aside.
Hug.
He shall want no Charge I warrant him. I am
Sorry he had no more Grace for his Relation once
To your Lordship: the Crimes are high.—You shall
Hear more, my Lord I know you are honourable:
He has an honest Face, but your Lordships wisdom
Will be concern'd to use him like a Rascal, and so
I take my leave. My most Honourable Lord.

Enter a Guard of Souldiers.
Cleo.
It shall Speak my Innocence
And Duty to the King: Take him away,
I hate to look upon him.
[The Guard take off Calan.
My Soul's upon the Torture.

Hug.
Farewel, Son of the Senator, thou mayst live now
To be an honest man, and see what will come on't.

[Exit.
Cleo.
Parmenio, thou shalt not Repent to Live,
I see thy Courage, and in thy Name
And Blood have an Assurance of thy Faith.

Parm.
In all I am your servant.

Cleo.
Bid an Officer of the Guard bring the Boy back,
And wait me at my Chamber to be examin'd,
And be your near to Observe my further Order.

Parm.
I shall my Lord.

Cleo.
I have a narrow path
To walk on: Guide me Honour and thou great
Soul of the World: Things now for Action call:
This Tempest looks as it would drown us all.

[Exeunt.