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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 direčts his hated steps. Retire into that room—he seldom fails To hint his bold desires. Your self perhaps May thence detect him, and by open shame Deter him from persisting. [Paulet goes into the room.
Enter GLAN ville.
Glan. I greet you, lady, with important news;
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
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, Which Nature's voice, that law supreme, allows, Be wise, and laugh at all its idle threats. * Besides, with me your fame would be secure, Discretion guards my name from censure's tongue. Cle. And dost thou call hypocrisy, discretion 2 Say'st thou that vice is wisdom Glanville, hear me. With thee, thou say'st, my fame would be secure ; Unsully’d by the world. It might. Yet know, Tho' hid beneath the center of the earth, Remov’d from envy's eye, and slander’s tongue, Nay from the view of Heaven itself conceal’d, Still would I shun the very thought of guilt, Nor wound my secret conscience with reproach. Glan. Romantic all ! Come, come, why were you form'd So tempting fair; why grac'd with ev'ry charm, With eyes that languish, limbs that move with grace— Why were these beauties given you, but to soothe The sweet, the strong sensations they excite Why were you made so beauteous, yet so coy [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