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Show 380 The S P A R T A N D A M E. And more than fo, our o w n Security. Agef What's to be done ? There's nothing to be done O r thought on, where he is cou'd w e decoy H i m here to Sparta. Crit. That's impofiible. Agef. But h o w ? W h a t Means ? What Arts ? Crit. O ! there are none. Agef Then think no more upon't. H e muft live on, fince 'tis impoffible T o bring him in our Pow'r. Crit. N o t quite impoffible : But very difficult. Agef. Suppofe you fhou'd « Y o u w h o are trufted by him, only can u Betray him -You methinks m a y quickly find Pretences, probable in his Affairs, T o draw him here. Crit. What, Sir, if he were here ? Agef. Here he fhou'd ftay, Murder'd as foon as enter'd, Crit. Here's a Letter Will fpeak what I have thought upon thefe Things! Agef. 'Tis to Leonidas. Crit. Pray read it. n^B E Gods declare upon your Side, in their Inflation J Celona ; whofe Virtue, confirm d by me, has this Ntgh refolv'd the Murder of the Tyrant. Fail not to head your Triends, who will be ready to ferve you. , Crites Agef This cannot fail 1 Her Carriage makes all eafy to his Faith : H e will believe, and come, Crit. C o m e ! he will come, Not for thofe Reafons, which you apprehend, And might invite another. Agef. Not for his Crown ? I cannot guefs what you rely o n . - - - Crit. This: I k n o w the Nicenefs of his Virtue fuch, That when the Letter tells him that his Daughter In: The S P A R T A N D A M E . 381 tends her Husband's Murder, he will fly, 0fave her from the Sin. htf. H e m a y refolve , pardon her, and fo not make fuch Hafte. Qit. O ! Y o u are wide of him : Not this Earth's.Rule '3 bribe him to confent to fuch a Crime, W far remov'd, and diftant from his Blood ; rwhen fo near him as a Daughter's Sin, juneed not doubt his coming. kef. Have you faid w h e n he fhou'd come ? lit. The Poftfcript fays at Twelve. w ; It does, and it appoints your Houfe the Place-- the fitteft Place. Oir. p m unfufpetted. e me but your Authority, and fome venient Villains, w h o dare do the Deed : he fhall fall as foon as enter there. luf This Letter muft be fent. to.Timaut will convey it fpeedily. waits without.- [Goes to the Door, Timaeus takes the Letter. tyf. So, this will make all fure. it. Fail not, upon your Life. \m. M y Life upon't. [Goes off. tit. I've order'd him to flay, juft till he fees 'us fet forward, then to c o me his beft fpeed, and bring m e certain Word. itC, YOnoluy mau fLto vatet eAnfdf.a-ir, hich happens luckily enough, and fhall Night employ the King. tyf, That will allow Time for our Defigns : I'm glad it thrives. Crir. 0 ! all goes very well. tyf. He's coming forth. kn you're at Leifure, I muft fpeak with you. Cleombrotus to Crites. Gbi. Thou art thc Life of Counfel; It muft be as thou fayd'ft. (to. Indeed, I think it beft. [Exit. Cleom. |