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Show 40<S The S P A R T A N D A M E, The general Wrongs have forc'd. Eury. T h e general Wrongs are then our Friends. Leo. O ! the worft Enemies to thee, and m e : Thine is the general Wrong Thelamia* • Eury. M y Wife! what, Sir, of her? Leo. Are you a Man? Eury. Trlk you of Wrongs, and her? I a m a M a n indeed, to hear them joyn'd, Yet hold m y Reafon ftill: But, O ! be quick, I cannot promife you, it can be long That 1 (hall hear you: Madnefs will enfue The bare Imagination of her Wrongs, And hurry m e upon fome wild Attempt, Which m y Repentance never can repair. O ! therefore tell m e all. Leo. Then hear m c all Cleombrotus Eury. Cleombrotus! Leo. Soon as he found Your Abfence, made his way, beyond all Senfe O f Nature, Gods, or Men, in brutal Rage, Purfu'd Thelamia with his monftrous Love. Eury. M y Wife! Leo. M y Daughter, and thy virtuous Wife. Eury. Then fhe is virtuous. O ! thc infernal Fiend! It went no farther? no, it could not, Sir, For Crites was her Guard. Leo. He, he betray'd both her, and all. Eury. O Villain, bred in Hell! Has he betray'd us? But it ended there: O ! anfwer the Impatience of m y Fears j They could not fure proceed? Leo. Still more refolv'd, and bolder ftill ; Eury. Where will m y hurrying Fate? Leo. Forfaken thus of every friendly Help; And nothing but her Virtue her Retreat, T o fave her from thofe favage, threatning Wrongs, She fwallow'd Poifon' Eury. O too cruel Gods! Leo. And fo expir'd. The S P A R T A N D A M E . 40? Eury. 'Tis too much for Life. [Seems ftunrid, anddozesl Leo. Nay, then he i» prepar'd to know the worft. fbelamia' Eury. O that Name! Leonidas brings Thelamia in a Veil, by degrees, to the middle of the Stage. ' Leo. C o m e forth, m y Child! Eury. Cou'd it awaken Death, as it does me, My Cheeks fhould burft with the repeated Sound: 0! h o w could I invoke the Rivers, Springs, Vallies, and Hills, Daks, Rocks, and vocal Groves, With all their fplitdng Echo's, to m y Aid: May, from the ftormy Quarters of the Sky, Conjure the Winds, charm ev'n the violent North, Who, in the Tempeft of his boiftrcus Voice, Should fummon m y Thelamia back again. But O ! the Tyrant, deaf to all m y Cries, Hears not m y Summons, folds her b auteous Limbs In his cold Arms, as he would grow one piece Of Earth with her, and I but rage in vain [Turning, he fees Thelamia, and fi arts. Have then the Gods reftor'd her to m y Prayers! It muft be fhe: O ! fatisfy the Fears, It poffible, ot every Senfe at once, I would be all convine'd. Leo. She lives in Death, a Life of Mifery. Eury. Not fpeak to m e ! What, not one Look ? Leo. O ! the black Hand of Fate Has drawn that Curtain to conceal her W r o n g s - Eury. I find 'em now, worfe than a thoufand Deaths- Leo. But they will burft, like Lightning, from that Cloud, And blaze a Day of Horror in Revenge. Eury. Speed it you Gods! tho* it be Nature's laft. Revenge her Wrongs! Here I devote m y Days- To Blood, and Vengeance [Kneels, Leon. Vengeance ftays for us, Stalking impatient through our frighted Streets, Our Friends united too, to pufh it on. Eury. She's going. |