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Actus Quintus.

Enter Parmenio and Calanthe.
Cal.
Thou hast told me a sad Story: the Queen's made
A Prisoner? and Hiarbas doom'd to loose
His Head this mourning? They are then both
As miserable as I: But she is firm
I see to her Honour. How does he bear himself?

Parm.
With a most manly Temper, not i'th' least
Dejected for his thought of suffering Death,
But as it separates Timandra from him;
For 'tis presum'd they Lov'd.

Cal.
Her knowledge of
His worth may make the Cloud upon his Face
More lovely to her Eyes. But how doth She
Take this affliction?

Parm.
At first most sadly;
And yet his Courage and his wisdom has
Almost perswaded her to part with him.

Cal.
Might I not see him before he dye?

Parm.
He made it his request to my Lord Cleomenes,
That he might Visit you, petending something
That might concern you and himself.

Cal.
On that account I wish he were permitted.

Parm.
His stay will be but short.
[Exit Parm.

Cal.
I limit not the Favour, and shall thank you,
I wonder I have been so long forgotten
In the Usurpers anger, but his Fury
When it does fall perhaps will recompence
The slow approach it makes.
Enter Cleander, and Parmenio.
Sir, I am told you would speak with me.

Clea.
Yes, sweet Youth.

Cal.
Your business pray with me?

Clean.
I must be thrifty of my Time, my Life wonot
Allow us many minutes, and I would not
Put off this earth without a peace about me.
I come to Ask thy Pardon.

Cal.
How! My pardon?
You never Injur'd me.

Clea.
Yes Polydore,
I did abuse thy Innocence.

Cal.
Not mine.

Clea.
And gave thee up
To my own thoughts an impious Boy, when I
Conceiv'd thee late a wicked Agent from
The Usurper to the Queen: But she has told me
Since, a large volume of thy Virtue,
That I am oblig'd to carry thy Forgiveness,
Or doubt my Passage to a better World.

Cal.
Sir, I have Charity to pardon all
The ill you thought of me.

Clea.
I thank thee, and trust me, if I were to live
I would study thee a better Recompence
Then naked Prayers: But as it is, I wish
Thou maist out-live the Tyrants malice, Farewel.

Cal.
Is this all?

Clea.
I should say something, from the Queen, of sorrow,
That for her sake thou suffer'st, But when I'm dead
She'l tell the all at large.

Cal.
Pray tell me Sir,
Do you expect to die so soon?

Clea.
I know not,
The precise minute, but cannot think I have
Many more to tell that number time, but
By a Tyrants glass.

Cal.
And can you part with Life so evenly?
How did you work this noble mastery
Upon your Soul? I wish I may do so,
When the approaching minute Comes.

Clea.
It is an ease to die: a Blessing Boy.

Cal.
My bless: The choise part of my Life is gone
Before, yet I am confin'd to a tedious Life
And make no hast to follow it, But 'tis
The Tyrants fault not mine.

Clea.
Thou wert then in Love too.

Cal.
Heaven will forgive me, if I say, I lov'd
A Brother, in whose life was all my Comfort
But Death snatch'd him away maliciously,
I know not where, nor how.

Clea.
His Name I prethee.

Cal.
You shall excuse that, you are a stranger
And will not be at all concern'd to know him,
But here is all that's left him, his shadow,
[Shews the Picture.
Which when his cruel Fortune call'd him from me,
He gave me a Companion in his absence,
But that my tears are pious to his memory;
The frequent Drops, and kisses, I have paid it,
Might have long since defac'd and drown'd the Image.

Clea.
My labouring Soul: The very same I gave
[Aside.
Calanthe, 'tis my Sister, but I must not
Discover.

Cal.
You are troubled.

Clea.
Polydore.
[He restores the Picture.
There is some secret magick in thy Sorrow
Makes me forget my own: If I could think
The Tyrant would not punish thee with Life
Too long, I'de wish to stay and tarry for
Thy company that we might die together.
Enter Timandra, and seeing them, stands at some distance.
Thou art young, and by the example of my dying
I would instruct thee to a Flight above
The worlds Ambition, and though I be
A stranger here, there we should be acquainted,
Where we might live and love to all Eternity.

Tim.
What do I hear?

Cal.
The Queen Sir:

[Cal. spies the Queen.
Clea.
Ha! Timandra, I am but
The shadow of my self: those two divide
All that I was between 'em. Art thou come!
I'le tell the Secret, Polydore's a woman;
A Princess my Timandra, One that lov'd me
Before my Happiness of knowing thee,
And yet I dare not tell her who I am
Though a dear part of my self; nor dare I kiss her
For fear my Soul dissolve upon her Lip.

Cal.
He has some strange Contention in his Breast.

Tim.
What killing Language do I hear?
Have I for this made forfeit of a Kingdom,
And what is dearer, Liberty? Puld on me
A Tyrants Rage, and given my heart to one
That in my presence owns another Mistriss?

Clea.
I see the Clouds are gathering to make
A storm within thee: Let one word disperse 'em:
It is Calanthe, my dear long lost Sister.

Tim.
And will you not uncloud your self to her?

Clea.
Take heed.

Cal.
I canot blame their passions high at parting.

[Aside.
Clea.
It were a wickedness the Gods
Would never pardon, Ile give the a Reason:
She knows I am to die; O let me vanish
I'th' dark: for but to tell her I am Cleander
That must within few minutes bow my Neck
T'th' Hang-mans Ax, to please a bloody Tyrant,
'Twould strik her dead immediately before us,
And I should be her Murtherer: No Timandra,
Let the Usurpers Soul own all that guilt,
When I am past the miseries of Life,
Ile tell the Angels, who are coming after,
And that's enough.

Tim.
I would say something,
Speaking to Calanthe.
But so many Seas of sorrow meet within mee,
They drown my Tongue and Heart.

Enter Cleomenes Reading a Paper. Attendant.
Cleom.
Your duties.

1. Atten.
I am commanded to attend you, Madam,
To your Chamber.

Tim.
Where you please.

[Exit.
2. Atten.
Sir, I have Orders to wait upon you.

Clean.
Thou call'st me to my death, 'tis welcome.

[Exit.
Cleom.
Madam, your Retirement is concern'd.

Cal.
How soon, we are all divided?

[Exit.
Cleom.
She must not know this Warrant for her death:
He has remembred her at last; Let Polydore dye to morrow
Timandra will be next, and then his Son,
[Reads.
And then my Head brings up the Rear, I see
The method of his Tiranny.

Enter Parmenio.
Parm.
Sir, I am very much Importun'd by the Moor,
Hiarbas Servant, now your Prisoner.

Cleom.
To what?

Parm.
To let him speak with you: He says he will discover
Something to your private Ear you'l thank him for:
A secret will be wellcome to the King,
And worth his pardon, if you will promote it.

Cleom.
Prithee admit him.
[Exit Parmenio, and enter with Arisba.
Have you any thing to say
To me?

Aris.
My Lord, I have something to reveal to your Lordship,
And in Hope you will mediate for my pardon.—

Cleom.
Be brief.

Aris.
There is a person in the World.

Cleom.
One person in the World? take him away,
The Fellow trifles, and is tedious.

Aris.
Not so quick; I'le come to the Business.
My Lord, I'le tell you: The Gentleman you
Call Hiarbas.

Cleom.
What of him?

Aris.
Is no such man: No Moor.

Cleom.
How!

Aris.
No more then your Lordship; these hands temper'd
The Ingredients, that gave him the Complexion
He wears; I dare not speak too loud:
It is the King Sir.

Cleom.
Ha! the King!

Aris.
King Cleander.

Cleom.
Make it good, and be for ever Happy.

Aris.
I knew it would be wellcome news; upon my
Most certain knowledge he has walk'd in that
Obscurity, since the Defeat he had i'th' Battle:
The Queen only knows of it, beside my self;
There are few could have kept a Secret so long,
And so sweet, as I have done; but the fear
Of Hanging has had the better of my Conscience.

Cleom.
Thy Liberty is too little Recompence
For such a Service; The King shall Honour thee.

Aris.
Nay, let him give me what he will beside, I hope
You do not conceive that I have done this out
Of any ill Principle, only the Gallows
Was too strong for my Imagination.

Cleom.
Art sure this is not Reveal'd to any else?

Aris.
Upon my Life your Lordship is the first.

Cleom.
Then I'le take course to be the last:
It shall go no further.

[Cleomenes kills Arisba.
Aris.
Oh.

Cleom.
Take thy Reward base Villain: Betray thy
King and Master? Parmenio, throw him
Into that Lobby; and dost Hear, cut off his Head,
I shall have use on't: So, good Heavens I thank you,
Parmenio, we have much to do.

[Exit without Parmenio.
Enter Timandra and her Attendant.
Tim.
I thank you Sir, only I shall Request
This favour, when Hiarbas with his Blood
Hath satisfied the Thrist of Damocles,
That you would bring me word.

Serv.
I shall.

[Exit.
Tim.
That news may give a period to my Life,
And break my Heart: What benefit have Princes
To be born great? To have a name and power
Above the common Tribe for a few minutes?
When they'r expos'd to the same Strokes of Fortune,
Which renders them but still the more unhappy;
And their fall so much the greater, as they are
Thrown from the taller Precipice.

Enter Attendants.
Atten.
Madam, the Prince Dionysius, by some favour
Of my Lord Cleomenes, is come to visit you.

Tim.
Alas! this is no season for a Visit;
And yet he has deserv'd all my Civilities.
I pray admit him.

Enter Dionysius.
Dion.
Pardon, dear Madam, that I have presum'd
To make intrusion upon your Sorrow:
I have only to present you my sad Heart,
That sees and mourns your Fate.

Enter Cleomenes hastily.
Cleom.
Madam, the King is come into the Castle;
Sir, as you weigh my Safety or your own,
You must not be seen here: That way you'l meet him;
You may Obscure (I know not where) within
That Bed-chamber, his Jealousie at your Sight,
Will turn him into a Flame to all our Ruins.

Dion.
You shall perswade: Though it be worse than death
To shew this Fear.

Cleom.
For the Queens Honour there Sir; I hear him
[Dionysius obscures.
Coming up the Staires; One word more Madam,
I dare not trust your tender Heart
[To Tim.
Without a Caution, let no Object fright you,
Hiarbas shall be safe upon my Honour,
By your fair self he shall, until you speak with him.
Enter Damocles and Hugo.
Is't done?

Cleom.
He is dispatch'd Sir;
You ne'r shall see his Face agen.

Dam.
Not see it, I must Cleomenes, therefore when I send for't
Let it be ready. Hugo attend.

Cleom.
'Tis at your Service Sir.

[Exit Cleom. and Hugo.
Dam.
What says the fair Defier now?
Have you consider'd?
And throw off all your unbecoming Wildness,
The very thought and memory of Hiarbas,
Or any other that durst take the Boldness
To offer at Affection as my Rival?
Are all your sullen humors tam'd and vanish'd?
And in that stubborn Heart have I a name?
Lord of that Empire by thy Choise and Gift
To my desert? This I expect to hear,
Or nothing, and that too without much preface.
This is a new and shorter cut of woing
Than I have us'd: But since t'hast Slighted all
My kinder ways, Anger is only left
To instruct thee how to Love? Say, and be brief.

Tim.
Then briefly thus; Know I do hate thy Love,
As much as I despise thy Anger, Tyrant.
And had I guilt but of one loving Thought
Within my Heart to thee, I'de say,
That Honour there had bid farewel, and left
Me fit to be a Prey to Falshood.
I have not been much tedious in my Answer.

Dam.
You have been nimble I confess, but I will
Use the same Brevity: Bid Cleomenes
send in Hiarbas Head?

Tim.
Hiarbas Head?

Dam.
A Present for you Madam.

Enter Hugo with the Moors Head cover'd.
Tim.
False Cleomenes.

Dam.
His lips are cold,
And want much of that noble Heat, wherewith
They were wont to entertain you Madam.

Tim.
Inhumane Tyrant!

Dam.
I will not leave any thing alive that loves thee,
My Son is next: But now I thing on't Madam,
I have not done yet: I wo'not leave,
Till I have made thee leprous and unfit
For any mans Embrace: Come, you know the way
To your Bed-chamber: Move, or I'le drag thee to it.
Hugo, to the Doors.

Hug.
Yes, I know my duty: Or shall I help you Sir?
I am good at both.

Tim.
Help, Help! Dionysius, A Rape, Treason.

Enter Dionysius.
Hug.
Ambuscado! 'Tis time for me to Shift.

[Exit.
Dam.
Her Champion hid in her Bed-chamber! They have
Had meetings. Villain, Bastard.

[Dam. draws, Dion. takes up a Chair.
Dion.
Lost both to Gods and Men; no more my Father.
Murther: Help; O drop a Sword from Heaven
To punish this prodigious man. Murther:

[He takes a Chair for his Defence: Timandra runs out.
Dam.
There, I ha'e met with you.

Enter Cleomenes and Parmenio.
Dio.
You have don't: farewel Timandra and all the world.

[Dyes.
Cleom.
What have you done Sir?

Dam.
I have kill'd a Traytor.

Cleom.
You have slain your Son.

Dam.
He was my Son, my Anger had forgot him.

Cleom.
Take off the Body: the Spectacle will Raise.
[Dionysius is carried off.
A Tempest in the Souldiery: You have undone
Your self, the Army lov'd him.

Dam.
Let 'em take him then: where's the Queen?

Cleom.
She gave the first Alarum with crying a Rape,
And now the murther of your Son:—You must
Consult your Safety.
The Souldiers within crying the Prince's Revenge.
Hark! the Souldiers,
Their Clamors mount as if they would Allarum Heaven.
Parmenio, set a Guard upon the Staires.

Agen they cry Revenge.
Dam.
Curse on these loud-mouth Hounds.

Cleom.
You must be Rul'd; the Torrent will Orewhelm
Us all, if you neglect your Safety: Here, obscure,
Trust to me Sir, I will secure your person;
Upon my Life.

Enter Parmenio.
Dam.
Honest Cleomenes.

Cleo.
Leave me to use my Art: you shall hear from me.
But first I'le thus prevent your Sally.
[Locks up Damocles.
And place a Guard to watch you here.
So far my work is done.
The Beast I have got within a Den.—
Captain, proclaim a free Session of the
Senate in my name; and give 'em all my Honour,
None shall invade their priviledge or persons.
I will Joyn with 'em to Assert their Liberty,
And impart something after these Rough Seas
To make their Calm secure:
And withal, you may give out the Usurper's
Dead, It will allay their Fears the better.

Parm.
You need not doubt this will be wellcome news:
I go my Lord.

[Exeunt severally.
Enter Hugo.
Hug.
What will become of me now? There's nothing but
Confusion i'the Castle, and now I am out on't, do not
I know where to hid my self: Some say my Mother
Was a Witch, if she had taught me her Trade, now
Could I have transform'd me self into a Cat: they
Say she has nine Lives; I would give eight on 'em
With all my Heart to save the odd one.
Enter a Souldier.
A Souldier, ha!
I do not like his marching up to me: How now Souldier?

Sould.
Save you noble Sir.

Hug.
But I fear I shall not be sav'd. Dost know me?

Sould.
Know you? Yes Sir, very well: I ha'e Reason for't;
You sav'd my Life, when I was condemn'd by a
Counsel of War to be hang'd.

Hug.
O, I remember thee; 'twas for Robbing a Church,
A very honest Fellow; I see thou art grateful, and
I Believe thou hast a kindness for me, for
Old Acquaintance.

Sould.
Would I could Serve you Sir.

Hug.
Pox, I know't; and that thou mayst be in Action
Now, I have a Suit to thee.

Sould.
To me?

Hug.
Here's money, as we say at Court, to help the good
Inclinations: Here's gold too.

Sould.
Bless your Honour: But what is the Suit an't please you?

Hug.
No worse than I wear my self, I would only
Change an upper garment, I have a great fancy
To see how that Red-coat would become me, mine's
Velvet: Shall's Chaffer?

Sould.
'Tis at your Service Sir.

Hug.
Here, quickly then help to Strip me: What news Souldier?

Sould.
News? Why, do you not hear a free Senate proclaim'd?

Hug.
A free Senate? make hast honest Souldier.

Sould.
There's nothing but Joy in the City, and the
Secluded Members of the Senate do every minute
Creep out of their obscurities to admiration: They talk of
Bonefires too: What turn there may be in the State
I know not.

Hug.
A Pox of all ill luck: It will come to my turn
I fear.

Enter Cleomenes and salutes the Senators.
Sould.
They have my Lord Cleomenes Honour to Secure 'em;
And the Senate-house being in the Castle, they have
Pretty good assurance of their Safety.

Hug.
Peace; not to loud: Stand behind me Souldier, thou
Shalt not be seen, not for a World.

Sould.
Why Sir! I dare shew my Face.

Hug.
Dear honest Mirmidon: for a Reason that I know.

Sould.
Not shew my Face!

Hug.
There's more money: as thou lov'st me.—

Cleom.
Most Noble Lords, and Reverend Senators,
The Business that requires your presence
Will need no Preface, more than to assure you,
'Tis of dear Concernment to your Countries peace,
Such as will wipe away the black Remembrance
Of Timoleous Tombe.

Hug.
Ha! Timoleons Tombe, discours'd on already.
Stand close good Souldier! I'le be thy Skreen
For this time.

Cleom.
And prove a wellcome Balm, to heal those
Wounds, the people but too long have with you wept,
While both your Votes and theirs meets Heavens
At once: But I delay this Happiness too long,
And now Conduct you to the place design'd
For this great Work.

Omn. Sen.
Honour'd Cleomenes.

[Exeunt Cleom. and Senators.
Hug.
They are out of Sight.—So, now I thank thee;
Farewell honest Souldier.—and be hang'd.

Sould.
Stay Sir, a word,

Hug.
I am in hast.

Sould.
So am I: I have a Suit to you now.

Hug.

To me? what prithee! Thou hast had my Coat
already, but be short.

Sould.
That you would please to walk along with me
To the Castle.

Hug.
Friend thou shalt excuse me now; another time.—

Sould.
I must not be deny'd: I was civil to you.

Hug.
What dost mean?

Sould.
You must walk presently, as I direct, or I have
A Goad will make you mend your pace.

Hug.
Souldier, oh!

Sould.
I must do my duty, I have an Order for't; I
Expect a Reward too; Therefore dear Hugo.—

Hug.
For thy Honour; thou knowst I sav'd thy Life.

Sould.
Do not you remember the Proverb: Save a man
From the Gallows, and he'l be the first
Shall cut your Throat. March, honest Hugo, march.

[Exeunt.
The Senators appear in the Senate, to them Cleomenes, Alexius, Dorion, Sicanus, Calanthe veil'd.
Cleom.
That you are safe, and met here, is the Joy
Of your Cleomenes, who hath no Ambition, but
To Repair his sad and bleeding Country,
And that the Laws, after so many Stromes,
May run in their own free and ancient Channel.
Lay down your Fears of an Usurping Tyrant,
Whose Lust of Empire hath committed such
Horrid and high Impieties, I tremble
But to Remember: And at the last hath added
Unto his many Paricides, the murther
Of his own Son: A Person that was only
Unhappy, that he had so vile a Father.
Who though not at present dead;
Yet,—

Omn. Sen.
How, not dead?

Cleom.
Not dead Fathers, but by the Providence of
Heaven, that heard our prayers, he is now
Within your power, and timely shall appear
To be the Object of your Justice first.

1. Sen.
Thou art thy Conntries, and our great Preservor.

Cleom.
But there is something, Honour'd Fathers, of
Greater Concern to take up your chief thoughts.
I meant it in my promise; and shall not
Detain your Hopes too long: Here, I present
The lovely person of a long lost Princess:
A Branch surviving of the Royal Family,
Whose Story will draw up your Love and Wonder;
The fair Calanthe.
[They offer to Rise.
Fathers keep your places,
And think what your own duties are oblig'd too.

Sen.
It will Require no Study: We declare
Her Right to the Succession: the Crown
Is justly hers, and we Salute her Queen.
Long live.—

Cleom.
Stay Honour'd Fathers; though her name and Virtues
Deserve as much as all her Sex together,
Whose preservation has been long my Study,
Though I have nothing to accuse your duties,
Yet she must not be Queen.

Cal.
VVhat means Cleomenes?

Omn. Sen.
My Lord, your Reason.

Cleom.
I'le shew you a Reason presently.

[Exeunt Cleomenes and Colonel.
Cal.
After a great and constant zeal to place me
In my own Right; Is he become my Enemy?
The faith of man is but a Mockery.

Enter Cleomenes, Cleander, with Timandra. Alexius, Dorion, Sicanus.
Cleom.
Here is my Reason Fathers: Do none here
Know this too long obscur'd Face?

Omn. Sen.
The King: 'Tis Cleander.

[The Senators Rise.
Cleom.
Your pardon, Madam.

[To Calanthe.
Cal.
Ha! my Brother? let me throw
My Soul into his Bosome: Blest Cleomenes:
My Royal Brother: dearer to my Heart
Than many thousand Kingdoms.

Clean.
O my dear Sister.

[Cleander led to his Seat by Cleomenes and Senators.
Omn. Sen.
Long live Cleander King of Scicily.

Clean.
I shall employ the best Care of my Life
To serve you, and my Country.

Sen.
You are dropt a present Sir from Heaven: and after
This blessing, there is nothing left to pray for,
But that the same great Arm that brought you
Hither with so much Miracle and Peace;
May still be a Guard about your Crown.

Clean.
Most Honour'd Subjects,
I read firm Loyalty in every Face,
I should else think the Crown a Burthen to me.
But I must tell you that my Fortune meets it,
When I have more Capacity of bearing
So great a weight: For here is one that must
Divide all Cares with me: The fair Timandra.
[Rises from his Seat, and goes to Timandra.
Your Voices and consent will weave our Crowns
And persons into One: Heaven hath done his Office.

Cleo.
Then long Live Cleander and Timandra
King and Queen of Scicily and Namidia.

Tim.
I am rewarded now for all my Sufferings.

Cal.
Madam.

[To the Queen.
Tim.
My Sister now.

Clea.
Cleomenes pardon my unjust suspition
Upon thy Honour.

Cal.
He is perfect in all goodness: I must own him
My best preserver: You can never Sir,
Enough reward his Piety.

Clea.
I will hope,
So you consent Calanthe: Dar'st give thy self to me?

Cal.
Most freely Sir.

Clea.
So, what think you of my Sister?

Cleo.
What I should think, if she were not your Sister,
Were soon resolv'd;
She is the wonder of her Sex: A Princess
To be with Reverence look'd on a far off.

Clea.
My Lord, if I should bring her nearer to you.

Cleo.
She is in my Soul already.

Clean.
Come Calanthe,
I see thou only canst Reward Cleomenes
And nothing else left worthy of his Faith
And Honour: I must give thy self to him.
Take her Cleomenes from me: your Hearts will meet
And make no difference.

Cal.
I Confirm my Brothers gift Cleomenes:
Thy Blood is from the Race of noblest Ancestors,
Thy Virtue makes the greater: and let Envy
Talk it self dumb, thou dost deserve a Princess,
And shall't be Read in story to thy Honour,
When some that boast great Empires shall have dark
And common Mention.

Cleom.
'Tis too much Grace.

Clean.
The Command
Of all our Forces both by Sea and Land
Are thine, with what can be hereafter found
Worthy of thy Desert, and fit to add unto
Calanthes Dowry.

Cleom.
Your bounties overwhelm me, I must fear
My Bark's too small for this great Happiness,
But will remember still you are Calanthe.

Enter Damocles Guarded, Dirion, Sicanus.
Dam.
Are you my Guard?

Sic.
We do attend your Person.

Dam.
But I had men that would Obey.

Dor.
You had a Son too, but you murther'd him.

Dam.
Fine fellows: Ha! What are these? Senators?
Their Faces are much paler then their Robes:
And some of these dropt at Timoleons Tomb: Ha!
I know'em agen: See how my dream continues;
When shall I wake? Me thinks I feel the weight
Of mountains on me—Cleomenes:
What gay thing is that?

Cleom.
'Tis Cleander the King.

Dam.
Ha, ha: A very dream still: If I were not
A sleep, who durst confine me thus, and give me
Such saucy Language? What's that Lady?

Cleom.
'Tis the Kings Sister, the fair Calanthe.

Dam.
So, so, I am confirm'd, and that's Timandra
Whom the fine King plays withall: Chimeraes,
What strang things do we fancy in our dreams,
Some Thunder wake me.

Enter Hugo Guarded.
Cleom.
Hugo, Sir, the Usurpers Parasite,
A most Perfideous Villain.

Hug.
Ha! The King? I am blasted Sir, I most
Humbly beg that you would hang me.

Clea.
The Laws may fit you Sir.

Hug.
I have deserv'd it.

Clea.
I make no question:
Remove this horrid Traytor from my sight,
This day be sacred to our Kingdoms Peace,
And let him dream on, till the Laws and Death
Awake him.

Alex.
Ask the King mercy: Speak for your self Hugo.

Hug.
To what purpose? Let me say what I will, I
Knew they will hang me.

[They lead him off.
Dam.
Then I will wake my self:
The next wound's his, that dares approach me.
Cleander, I will do the Justice,

[Wounds himself with a Poniard.
Clean.
Restrain him.

Dam.
'Tis too late, I scorn your Canting Forms of Law:
'Tis in my Power to deceive all your policy: Ha!
I do begin to be awake: This wound has don't;
But I shall sleep agen I fear, and quickly Vanish,
I know not whither.
My eyes grow dim o'th' sudden: 'Tis a trouble
Now to look upwards: Heaven's a great way off,
I shall not find the way i'th' dark: Farewell.

[Dies.
Alex.
He's Dead.

Clea.
But left his name behind; A Glorious Villain:
His Head shall be advanc'd upon the Castle,
But let his Body crow'd for Burial,
I'th' Common Execution place.
You Gentlemen (no more a Senate) shall
Be honour'd with the name of our great Counsel,
And leave it to my care to Recompence
Your Loss, and Sufferings.

Omne. Sen.
You are Gracious.

Clean.
There shall be an Indemnity for those
Whose frailty, and not malice, made 'em Act
Under the Tyrant.

Cleo.
Mercy becomes a King, which as it flows
Upon your Enemies, should have a free
Stream to your Friends, whose Faith, Sir, hath been try'd;
You 'lse would break their Honest hearts.

Clean.
I thank your good advice my Lord.

Cleom.
And in their number let me, Sir, present
(To kiss your Hand) this noble Gentleman,
Son of the Lord Demaratus; who Bleed
A Martyr for you.

Cal.
He was my second Father.

Clean.
And my Friend: you shall be
[Parmenio kisses the Kings Hand.
Restor'd both to his Honour and his Fortunes,
Beside the Addition of some employment
(That may be worthy) near our Person.

Cleo.
What shall be done with Dionysius Body?

Clean.
It shall have honourable interment.
Come Timandra,—
Set on to th'Temple first, Where we may Pay
Our thanks and Vows to Heaven; whose Justice, though
It march but slow, and silent;
Yet at the last bold Traytors all shall Feel,
It stricks their proud Heads, with an Arm of Steel.

[Exeunt omnes.