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Show $66 The SPARTAN DAME, Mend \m, the Ladies will iM*! Faint to the fair Complexion ot the Times, And hide the natural Deformity. W h o m have w e here ? I would obferve unfeen Celona with Mandrocles, and 1 hracioa. Celo. N e w s of a Crown, and Royal Dignity, Is worth a Welcome fure from any Hand. But when fuch Men • Mand. The Servants of your Will. Celo. Such Friends T£r*. Your honour'd, faithful Slaves. Ctlo. Such worthy Friends! Mand. Our Lives, and Interefts Devoted to your Majefty's Command. a/* When fuch as you are the kind Meffengcrs, H o w can m y Gratitude exprefs m y Thanks! M W . Madam, the Honour of your Royal Hand Thra O'erpays our Hopes. [Both offering to kifs her Hand, fhe puts 'em by, on each fide, Celo " That's but a lean Reward: You have depos'd m y Father-- But in that Made m e a Queen 1 wou'd employ m y Powr; A<k fornething that may put m e to the left Of what I can: I wou'd appear a Queen; And can m v Pow'r be better exercisd, « Thanfn ^Service of f u c h - - H o n e f t Ment k Mand. " O, Madam, you are pleas d Celo. " What! honeft Men! « The other Party wonnot ftile you fo. « N o Matter what they fay, poor palTive Tools. " Thra. " W e are as well. Celo'. " Nay, fornething better fure. Mand. " Tho' they are pleas'd to call u s - - mnd.^It Horgive'em : Routed Rogues will rail, « »Tis all they have to eat by. rv/fl u Let 'cm rail; „ . __ « Thev can but call you Rebels, Villains, ^--~ M 3 '' O Madam! w e are Magnates, »n Powr, To punilh fuch licentious Libellers; u^ it a « ti « The SPARTAN DAME. 3<>7 They dare not call us fo Ctlo. " Then I will for 'em; You Brace of courteous, cringing Sycophants! you double-hearted Slaves, and double-tongu'd! $hofe hollow Flatteries wou'd win m e to Your rotten Sides, only to prop your Pride. Afaunt! be gone! But that I fcorn,deteft All the Advantages of Place, or Pow'r, Such defpicable, wretched Inftruments Can raife m y Fortune to, you fhpu'd not 'fcape The common Hangman's Hands: " I would let loofe M Some of Your o w n unreafonable Laws, «i Which, in the Spirit of their popular Spleen, « should worry you like Dogs My Thoughts are bent On Matters more importing than your Death. - But fly in time, hated, and curs'd be gone; For if you tempt m t longer by your ftay, This Dagger fhall rewaid your Villanies. [Drives them out, How I abhor the odious fight of 'em! [ Crites comes forward. But here comes one, an honeft-hearted Man, And welcome to m j Eyes. Crit. Madam, you feem Difturb'd at fornething; what can be the Caufe? Celo. A Trifle, Crites, at the firft defpis'd, But now forgot. My Sifter is within? [Exit. Pray let her k n o w I'm here. Crit. I a m proud to ferve you. Celo. O h ! that I cou'd recall the Innocence Of yefterday; then there were Halcyon Calms! What a Tranquillity, and Peace of Mind, Employed the Hours in Comforts on m y Days! My full Content fate fmiling on m y Brow, And laughing in m y Heart, n o w fled far on, " And banifh'd with ray Father. Enter Eurytion w'tth Thelamia, Crites following. lury. Once more farewell: 'tis hard to pact with thee, But part w e mu&, N o w , Crites, 1 a m gone. [Eurytion goes out. Q > Gel0* |