Pau. I had suspicion his designs were there. Cle. I've thought so too: nay have some cause to fear That she's his wife. This hath restrain'd my tongue. Pau. 'Tis well if she deserve your tenderness. But say, Cleone, let me know the means, Which this most impious man, this trusted friend, Hath taken to betray Cle. I hear his voice; And this way he directs his hated steps. Retire into that room-he seldom fails Enter GLANVILLE. Glan. I greet you, lady, with important news; Coldly neglectful of your blooming charms, To strong Avignon's walls, where shelter'd safe, Cle. And what, O Glanville, what dost thou deserve? Thou, who with treachery repay'st the trust Of sacred friendship? Thou, who but to quench Hamilton de. Thornthwaite foulp. MS SIDDONS as CLE ONE. And this way he directs his hated Stops. London Brinted for J.Bell British Library, Strand March 31792. A loose desire, a lawless passion's rage, Would'st banish truth and honour from thy breast? Glan. Honour!--What's honour? A vain phantom rais'd To fright the weak from tasting those delights, So tempting fair; why grac'd with ev'ry charm, [Offers to embrace her, she puts him by with disdain. Cle. Base hypocrite! why rather wert thou suffer'd Beneath fair virtue's mien to hide a heart So vile? Why this, good Heaven! But dost thou think Thy foul devices shall be still conceal'd? Sifroy shall know thee; thy detested crime Pau. Villain, desist! Glan. Ha! Paulet here!-'Tis well: [Aside. Pau. Vile hypocrite!—what! lurk such warm desires Beneath that sober mask of sanctity? Is this the firm undoubted honesty, In which Sifroy confiding, sleeps secure? Glan. And is it fit that thou should'st lecture vice? Thou who, even here, this moment wert conceal'd, The favorite object of lewd privacy? Should'st thou declaim against the rich repast, To all the heights of luxury?-Sweet lady! Cle. O heaven and earth! Pau. Stay, monster! by high Heaven, Thy life shall answer this vile calumny. [Going. Glan. Dream not I fear !-thy threatenings I despise. Soon I'll return, to thine and her confusion. [Exit Glanville. Cle. What have I done? unhappy rash concealment ! This may, alas! give colour to his charge. |