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Show 348 The SPARTAN DAME. Mand. " He indeed r u n*- «< Agrees not with the humour of the Times, " Nor fits our purpofe. Agff " Then Cltombrotus «< Aflifts our Caufe, out of a Royal Hope «< The Tumult may depofe his Father, then H e is a King. Mand. The Change will mend us all. Cleombrotus and Thracion to 'em. Cleem. T h e Harveft of our Hopes at laft is come, Rich in a Crop that will reward the Toil; A plenteous Crop, to fill the Reaper's Hand, And with the Binder's Shaves load every Barn. Agef. Let us not then ftand idle: every Man His Sickle to the Work. You Mandrocles, And Thracion, you, muft to your feveral Poftr. Cleom. S u m m o n our Friends, and lead your Parties to T h e Hyppodreme: W e fhall have need of you. Thra. You fha*not want us long. Mand. W e wo'not fail you. Agef I a m the Engineer to fire the Senate; T h e Flame muft break out there. Cleom. I'll follow you. If w e fucceed, a King (hall thank your Loves. [Zxm> • Celona enters to Cleombrotus, Cleom. Celona here* m y Wife/ Celo. Your loving Wife. Cleom. You're early up to-day. Celo. M y Bed, m y Lord, Has no more Charms for me, when you are goae. Ckom. DrefsM fooner too than ufual. Celo. M y Beauties, Such as they are, are honeft, and m y own; They go to Bed with me, with m e they rife. And need not many Hours in putting on. Befides, for m e to court m y Morning Glafs, And pradife Looks, were lofs of Time indeed, 1 a m already what thc Vanity . The SPARTAN DAME. 349 0f a fond drefling Pride, in all its height, ^ Wantonnefs of Expectation, Can raife m y Wifties to; I a m your Wife, jrtoft honour'd in that Title; and defpife Th' Applaufe and Breath of any other Praifc„ Than of m y Virtue , and Obedience now. Cleom. Hear this, you libelling Mamage-mortifiers t you unhous'd, lawlefs, rambling Libertines! Senfelefs of any Charm in Love, beyond The Proftitution of a common Bed, Lewdly enjoy'd, and loath'd: hear, hear, and kneel Before this Shrine, repent, and all get Wives; That from the healthy Ccnftitution Of your o w n chafte Endearments, you may guefs - At what I feel, too mighty for m y Tongue. Celo. O ftop not here! m y liftning Soul is charmU lttto my Ears, and dies upon the Sound Of ev'ry Word, foft as a Lover's Willi,. And I cou'd hear you ever. Cleom. O m y fair One! There is a Story, but I have not time Mow to inform thee in it~~-» Celo. O m y Fears! \_Afidto Ckom. That will delight t h e e -- Celo. Your Words always do. Cfom. Ay, but thefe Words carry ftxong Senfe indeed, A Sovereign Senfe. Celo. The Meaning is too plain. \Apiu Ckom. I won't anticipate the Happinefs, % By telling what you will fo quickly find: . But raife your Wifhes high, mount your Defires On bold Ambition's Wing; whole airy Flight Shoots thro' the Clouds, to mingle with the S t a r s -- When next w e meet, I {hall behold thee - Celo. A miferable W o m a n. Cleom, H o w : Celona] Celo. O m y Cleombrotus! m y Lord, m y Life! What Furies urge you on this defp'rate Courfe, That leads to certain Ruin? Cleom, Whither wou'dft thou ? |