HEL. 'Tis in your pow'r, my lord, to force her to you, And pluck her from his arms. TYR. Thou talk'st unkindly; That had been done, before thy thought begot it, If my affection could be so hard-hearted, To stand upon such payment; it must come Gently and kindly, like a debt of love, Or 'tis not worth receiving. [_Aside to_ HELVETIUS. GOV. Now, usurper! I wish no happier freedom than the banishment That thou hast laid upon me. TYR. O! he kills me At mine own weapon; 'tis I that live in exile, Should she forsake the land; I'll feign some cause Far from the grief itself, to call it back.-- [_Aside to_ GOVIANUS. That doom of banishment was but lent to thee To make a trial of thy factious spirit, Which flames in thy desire; thou wouldst be gone? There is some combination betwixt thee And foreign plots; thou hast some powers to raise, Which to prevent thy banishment we revoke, Confine thee to thy house nearest the court, And place a guard about thee. Lord Memphonius, See it effected. MEM. With best care, my lord. GOV. Confine me? here's my liberty in mine arms, I wish no better to bring me content, Lovers' best freedom is imprisonment. [_Exeunt_ LADY _and_ GOVIANUS. TYR. Methinks the day e'en darkens at her absence, I stand as in a shade, when a great cloud Muffles the sun, whose beauties shine far off On tow'rs and mountains; but I keep the vallies, The place that is last serv'd. HEL. My lord! [TYRANT _and_ HELVETIUS _converse apart_. TYR. Your reason, sir? HEL. Your Grace is mild to all but your own bosom; They should have both been sent to several prisons, And not committed to each other's arms. There's a hot durance: he'll ne'er wish more freedom. TYR. Tis true; let 'em be both forc'd back! [_To the Officers._ Stay, we command you. Thou talk'st not like a statesman; had my wrath Took hold of such extremity at first, They'd liv'd suspectful still, warn'd by their fears, When now, that liberty makes them more secure, I'll take them at my pleasure; it gives thee Freer access to play the father for us, And ply her to our will. Nay, more: to vex his soul, give command straight They be divided into several rooms, Where he may only have a sight of her To his mind's torment, but his arms and lips Lock'd up, like felons, from her. HEL. Now you win me. I like that cruelty passing well, my lord. TYR. Give order with all speed.