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Show H i I • Wm [^. [fi* 35-x 7^ SPARTAN DAME. T o o w e your Pow'r to their Inconftancy : For (hou'd the good Gods leave their heavenly Thrones T o rule below, they could not pleafe us long: The fawcy Cenfurers of Soveraign Sway Wou'd tax their Government; Divinity It felf were not fecure, without a Guard O f Bolts, and Flames, to awe rebellious Man. Boy enters. Boy. Crius, m y Lord* attends you. Cleom. Pray retire, And in this Confidence, that all m y A&ions Shall wait upon m y Honour. Celo. That's m y Hope, Your Honour muft engage you to the King, And in that Hope I leave you. Cleom. Tender, and Chafte, and Fair! nay, (he waso T h e boafted Pride,and Judgment of m y Choice; So fhe was thought, and fo I valu'd her: But fhe's m y Wife; and nothing, but a Wife, With all her Charms, could have been dale fo foon. Grites enters behind him. O Curfe of Marriage! Plenty makes its Wants; And what was meant Love's Food, ftarvesall its Joys; The Feafts come quicker than our Appetites;. Yet forcing Nature ftill, at laft w e cloy, And furfeir ev'n to loathing. Crit. M y good Lord*. Thelamia may reftore Cleom. M y Health, m y Life, She only can, m y Crites. O that Sound!: The very Mention of Thelamia's Name, Like a ftp-ng Philter, rages in m y Veins, Shoots thro' the boiling Channels of m y Blood;. U p to m y Heart; then with frefhFury fed, Strikes at m y Brain, where forming Fancy fits, Divining Pleafures in Thelamia's Arms; Which thou, and I, in all our Search of Love, And Riots in Experience of the Stx, • Cou'd ne'er find out in any other W o m a n: O ! fhe is excellent, and in that Thought I muft enjoy her. Qh TbeSvAKTAx DAME. 353 Crit. She's Eurytion'% now: The Prieft but ytftcrday receiv'd their V o w s Their mutual V o w s blefsM 'em, and made 'em One. C / ^ . H o w ! roade em One! O 'that the cunning Prieft flad conjur d Us together, made Us One; Incorporated Body, Blood, and Life, Our Spirits mix'd, and Love been all our Soul: Then I had been his Votary for ever. What's to be done? Speak thou, w h o can'ft advife. Crit. She's your Wife's Sifter. Ckom. That's a N a m e indeed,too dtfhnt from m y Hopes. Crit. Then beft forgotten. She knows your Love? Cleom. She muft have known it long, But warily affe&s an Ignorance, That flies the Notice of it. Crit. She perhaps Miftakes it only for a Brother's Love. Ckom. No, no, ihe knows me, and m y Meaning well. Crit. And flyes for Refuge to Eurytion's Arms; She muft not 'fcape you fo. Eurytion, Fall to Leonidas, oppofes you, And every W ay Cleom. His Virtue bluntly Hands Tuft in m y Aim of Empire, as of Love. Crit. Remove him then, and all your Plots fly fure, Point blank, and level to the very White Of your Defigns. Ckom. T.damia, and a C r o w n - - - Crit They go together. Cleom. In th2t only Thought I'll conquer even Impoftibilities: I know the Appearance is to Reafon hard; But a King's Love fhould never know Defpair. Crit. Defpair! name not the Word: You know, m y Lord, I'm fortunately for your Service marry'd Into Eurytion's Family : M y Wife Gives m e a Title to their Confidence, Which I've improv'd, by a profefTing Zeal ; Of Loyalty, and Roaring for the King, To I 4 J IB |