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Retire, my lord, whilst I advance to meet him: Our intercourse might lead him to suspicion.
Lysan. Nor vigilance nor care I recommend To thee, my Rhesus! But let caution rule Thy forward zeal.
Rhe. It shall, my noble lord:
Lysan. Eternal Gods!
[lysander enters into the Tower.
AmpJi. How does the haughty captive brook confinement?
Eux. Full of inquietude he seems, and sadness. Now in some pensive posture sits a while, Then smites his breast, and, starting from his seat, Walks to and fro with a disorder'd pace.
Amph. Admit no Spartan of whatever sex, Or whatsoe'er affinity they claim.
Eiix. That strict command hath been already given.
Amph. 'Tis needful, Euxus; for his furious
In this extreme, will snatch at slight occasions
Eux. You shall without delay. [Exit Euxus.
Let other men deprive themselves of pleasure,
Like birds new caught, who flutter for a time,
And struggle with captivity in vain;
But by and by they rest; they smooth their plumes,
And to new masters sing their former notes.
This facile temper of the beauteous sex
Great Agamemnon, brave Pelides, proved:
They sack'd the cities, and they slew the sires,
The brothers, and the lovers of the fair,
Who weep'd awhile, then wiped their wat'ry eyes,
And lost their sorrows in the hero's arms.
San. The herald is return'd. The royal band, Inflamed with rage and scorn, the mandate tore; And to the city bend their rapid march.
Amph. Let them advance. They hasten to their
A secret stratagem I have devised
San. The Ephori in resolution faint
Amph. Their courage I'll restore; for Agis yields To the fallacious counsellor I sent. Demochares, in sacerdotal robes, As if disguised to elude the Thraciau guards, Past in by my permission, and conjured
Agis to quit the fane's uncertain shelter,
And seek the sure protection of the camp;
Himself he offer'd as his faithful guide.
This in Lysander's name. Agis at first,
Irresolute and doubtful, balanced much:
At last this thought sprung up, and turn'd the
That his escape would force us to submission,
San. Now, Amphares,
I see the snares of death are wrapt around him;
Amph. Although his son is safe in Orchomenos,
VOL. I. R
San. Shall not survive
To travel suppliant through the states of Greece,
Enter a Spartan Messenger.
Mess. The Thracian troops Who guard the temple, faithful to their charge, Have seized a spyy who, clothed and arm'd like
Attempted to pass through their ranks to Agis.
Amph. I approve
San. Still flows the tide of fortune; I'll dispatch Orontes to my lord. Joyful he comes To re-assume his sceptre and his throne. Farewell restraint, and laws that bind a prince! The people's majesty, the senate's power, Shall shrink beneath their awful monarch's sword.