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A36609	Cleomenes, the Spartan heroe a tragedy, as it is acted at the Theatre Royal / written by Mr. Dryden ; to which is prefixt The life of Cleomenes.	Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; Southerne, Thomas, 1660-1746.; Plutarch. Kleomenēs. English.; Creech, Thomas, 1659-1700.	1692 (1692)	Wing D2254; ESTC R19821	71,103	117

made English and will shortly be publish'd for the Common Benefit What I have added to the Story is chiefly the Love of Agathoclea the King's Mistress whose Name I have chang'd into Cassandra only for the better sound As I have also the name of Nicagoras into that of Coenus for the same Reason Cratisiclaea Pantheus and Sosybius are to be found in the Story with the same Characters which they have in the Tragedy There is likewise mention made of the Son of Cleomenes who had resolution enough to throw himself headlong from a Tower when he had heard of his Father's ill Success And for Cleora whom I make the second Wife of Cleomenes for Aegyatis was dead before you will find a hint of her in Plutarch for he tells us That after the loss of the Battle at Sellasia he return'd to Sparta and entring his own House was there attended by a Free-born Woman of Megalopolis The Picture of Ptolomey Philopater is given by the fore-mention'd Authors to the full Both agree that he was an Original of his kind a Lazy Effeminate Cowardly Cruel and Luxurious Prince manag'd by his Favourite and impos'd on by his Mistress The Son of Sosybyus whom I call Cleanthes was a Friend to Cleomenes but Plutarch says he at length forsook him I have giv'n him a fairer Character and made it only a seeming Treachery which he practis'd If any be so curious to enquire what became of Cassandra whose Fortune was left in suspence at the Conclusion of the Play I must first inform them that after the death of Cleomenes the Heroe of my Poem I was oblig'd by the Laws of the Drama to let fall the Curtain immediately because the Action was then concluded But Polybius tells us that she surviv'd Ptolomey who reign'd about Twenty seven Years that with her Brother Agathocles she govern'd Egypt in the Minority of his Son Ptolomey Epiphanes and that finally for oppressing of the People both the Brother and Sister were slain in a popular Insurrection There is nothing remaining but my Thanks to the Town in general and to the fair Ladies in particular for their kind Reception of my Play And though I cannot retract what I said before that I was not much concern'd in my own particular for the Embargo which was laid upon it Yet I think my self oblig'd at the same time to render my Acknowledgments to those Honourable Persons who were instrumental in the freeing it For as it was from a Principle of Nobleness in them that they would not suffer one to want who was grown old in their Service So it is from a Principle of another sort that I have learn'd to possess my Soul in Patience and not to be much disquieted with any Disappointment of this Nature The following Verses were sent me by a young Gentleman under Twenty Years of Age whose Modesty would have conceal'd his Name but I learn'd it from another Hand and have taken the boldness to subscribe it without his Leave I presume that on the reading of them no body can blame me for making Cleonidas speak above his Youth when you see an Englishman so far surpassing my Spartan To Mr. Dryden on his CLEOMENES HAs Youth then lost its great Prerogative And do's the Soul alone for Age survive Like Embryo's sleeping in their Seeds seem nought 'Till friendly Time does ripen it to Thought Judgment Experience that before was theirs But Fancy wanton'd in a younger Sphere Play'd with some loose and scatter'd Beams of Light And revell'd in an Anarchy of Wit Both Youth and Age unequally did charm As much too cold was this as that too warm But you have reconcil'd their differing Praise By fixing both to your immortal Bays Where Fancy mounts but Judgment holds the Reins Not checks but guides you to harmonious Strains 'T is Harmony indeed 't is all unite Like finish'd Nature and divided Light Like the vast Order and its numerous Throng Crowded to their Almighty Maker's Song Where Heav'n and Earth seem but one single Tongue O wondrous Man where have you learn'd the Art To charm our Reason while you wound the Heart Far more than Spartan Morals to inspire While your great Accents kindle Spartan Fire Thus Metals heated to the Artist's Will Receive th' Impressions of a Nobler Skill Your Hero form'd so regularly Good So nicely patient in his Want of Food That it no more th' Vndress of Death appears While the rich Garment of your Sence it wears So just a Husband Father Son and Friend Great in his Life but greater in his End That sure like Xenophon you meant to shew Not what they are but what they ought to do At once a Poet and Instructer too The Parts so manag'd as if each were thine Thou draw'st both Ore and Metal from the Mine And to be seen thou mak'st ev'n Vice to shine As if like Siam's transmigrating God A single Life in each you made abode And the whole Business of the tedious round To Copy Patterns which in each you found Sure you have gain'd from Heav'n Promethean Fire To form then kindle Souls into Desire Else why successive starts of Hopes and Fears A Martial Warmth first rais'd then quench'd with Tears Unless this Truth shines clearly through the whole Sence Rules the World but you command the Soul Theophilus Parsons THE LIFE OF CLEOMENES THus fell Agis His Brother Archidamus was too quick for Leonidas and sav'd himself by a timely Retreat But his Wife then newly brought to Bed the Tyrant forc'd her from her own House and compell'd her to marry his Son Cleomenes though at that time too young for a Wife for he was unwilling that any one else should have her she being Heiress to her Father Gylippus's great Estate for Person the finest Woman in all Greece very good-natur'd of an exemplary Life and therefore they say she did all she could that she might not be compell'd to this Match Being thus married to Cleomenes she hated Leonidas but to the Youth she show'd her self a kind and obliging Wife He as soon as they came together began to love her very much and the constant Kindness that she still retain'd for the memory of Agis wrought somewhat of Concern in the young Man for him so that he would often enquire of her concerning what had pass'd and attentively listen to the Story of Agis's Designs Now Cleomenes had a generous and great Soul he was as temperate and moderate in his Pleasures as Agis but not so very cautious circumspect and gentle a spur of Passion always gall'd him and his eagerness to pursue that which he thought good and just was violent and heady To make Men willing to obey he conceiv'd to be the best Discipline but likewise to break the stubborn and force them to be better was in his opinion commendable and brave This Disposition made him dislike the management of the City The Citizens lay dissolv'd in supine Idleness and Pleasures the King minded nothing

I see or only think I see Is like a Glimps of Moon-shine streak'd with red A shuffled sullen and uncertain Light That Dances thro' the Clouds and shuts again Than ' ware a rising Tempest on the Main Enter Cassandra Cassand aside I would but cannot speak The shame that should to Woman-kind belong Flown from my Bosom hovers on my Tongue Cleom. 'T is rarely seen that Gods from Heaven descend But for some kind some Charitable end And yet your troubled looks ill News import Stops or Delays but that 's no News at Court There 's somewhat which your pity would disguise Cassand Would you could read that somewhat in my Eyes But as you are a Spartan and a King Undaunted hear whatever News I bring The Favourite hates you Coenus has betray'd The bitter truths that our loose Court upbraid Your Friend was set upon you for a Spy And on his Witness you are doom'd to die Cleom. I have been plung'd already twice in Woes And the third time above the Waves I rose Still I have strength to Steer me into Port And shun the Secret Quick-Sands of the Court But when my Friend who should expecting stand On the bare Beach to lend his helping hand When He defends th' Unhospitable shore And drives me thence I sink for ever more But 't is impossible his Faith is try'd The Man who had defam'd him thus had ly'd Cassand Well! I forgive your blunt Laconique way It shall be seen it shall this very Day Who would preserve your Life and who betray The King incens'd the Favourite your Foe Yet on the same Conditions you may go Your Wife your Son your Mother left behind What think you now Cleom. 'T is to be wond'rous kind Cassand Suppose I add a farther bounty yet Cleom. It could but make your Favours over weight Cassand What if I went my self to waft you o'er And left you when I saw you safe a shore For I should leave you if you thought it fit Not to do more than Honour would permit Can I do less to show you I am kind To Comfort you for those you left behind Cleom. The World would think you kinder than you ought Cassand Why should I care what base Aegyptians thought Cleom. Immoderate Gifts oppress me not relieve Nor dare I take what ruins you to give Cassand Leave me to judge of that I could prescribe An easy way of giving back my Bribe Why would you force me farther than my part Look on my Eyes and you may read my Heart Looks on her as by stealth Oh there you met me with a guilty Glance Now 't is too late to plead your Ignorance Cleom. I am so much below and you above What can I say Cassand But one kind word I Love Cleom. As far as Gratitude that Love can pay Cassand Oh stop not there for that 's but half the way Would you to one poor narrow word confine Your passion When I put no bounds to mine Cleom. Cleora Cassand Now you speak too soon Forbear Nothing can please me that begins with her Cleom. I must begin where Nature void of Art Directs my Tongue with her who rules my Heart Cassand Let us together sail before the Wind And leave that dull Domestique Drudge behind Cleom. What to expose her helpless Innocence To the wild fury of an Injur'd Prince Cassand A vain surmise their Talents would agree The Gods have made your Noble Mind for me And her insipid Soul for Ptolomey A heavy lump of Earth without desire A heap of Ashes that o're-lays your Fire Cleom. Virtue you must allow her tho' a Foe Cassand No more than what I would to Ice and Snow Yet those have Seeds of heat her shivering Blood Makes her at best but impotently good But neither I can save you if you stay Nor save my self unless I go away For if I stay behind and set you free The Fury of the King would fall on me Cleom. Then to prevent your Fate I must not go Death is my choice since Heaven will have it so Cassand Heaven would preserve your Life and so would I But you are obstinately bent to dye Cleom. Some Men are made of such a leaky Mould That their fill'd Vessels can no Fortune hold Pour'd in it sinks away and leaves 'em dry Of that unsusceptible Make am I Yet think not Fair one I your Charms despise My Heart 's insensible but not my Eyes Respect and Gratitude are all my store And those I give My Love was giv'n before Cassand Thus break false Merchants with an honest show Rich to themselves but Bankrupts where they owe. Cleom. If at this awful distance I remain Better be too Devout than too profane Cassand Flattery Such Alms the Priesthood gives the poor They Bless and send 'em empty from the Door Know you that Death stands ready at the Gate That I forbid him and suspend your Fate The King 's short absence leaves me absolute When he returns th' inevitable ill Is past my pow'r and may be past my Will Unhappy Man prevent thy Destiny Speak one kind word to save thy Life and me Cleom. Be answer'd and expect no more Reply Cassand Disdain has swell'd him up and choak'd his Breath Sullen and Dumb and obstinate to Death No signs of pity in his Face appear Look If th' ungrateful Creature shed one Tear Cram'd with his Pride he leaves no room within For Sighs to issue out or Love to enter in He turns away What! dost thou turn thy Face in my despight Am I a Toad a Monster to thy Sight Farewel fond pity then As thou from me So thy good Fortune turns her Face from Thee Left scorn'd and loath'd and all without Relief Revenge succeeds to Love and Rage to Grief Tempests and Whirlwinds through my Bosom move Heave up and madly mount my Soul above The reach of Pity or the bounds of Love Approach and seize the Traytor Enter Guards Cleom. Now I can speak thy kindness kept me dumb For that I could not answer The false Syren No longer hiding her uncomely parts Struts on the Waves and shews the Brute below Cassand Stop that foul Mouth Behold this Royal Signet The Warrant of his Death Guards go to seize him Cleom. Stand back ye Slaves He Draws his Sword And put me not to stain a Spartan Sword With base Aegyptian Blood He advances upon 'em they retire with signs of fear Cassand Fall on behold a Noble Beast at Bay And the vile Huntsmen shrink More Aid Who waits Enter Cleanthes Now Sir What brings you here Cleanth My Zeal to serve you Cassand That shall be try'd Disarm him Cleanth Cleomenes Deliver me your Sword Cleom. How 's this Cleanthes Cleanth It must be so Cleom. Is this a Friends Advice To give me up defenceless to a Croud Whom Arm'd I could resist Cleanth Must he dye Madam Or be reserv'd for further punishment At Ptolomey's return Cassand Why ask you that Cleanth Because his Destiny for ought I find