_Archid._ The braveries[98] Of Syracusa, among whom my son, Timagoras, Leosthenes, and Asotus, Your hopeful heir, lord Cleon, two days since Rode forth to meet him, and attend him to The city; every minute we expect To be bless'd with his presence. [_Shouts within; then a flourish of trumpets._ _Cleon._ What shout's this? _Diph._ 'Tis seconded with loud music. _Archid._ Which confirms His wish'd-for entrance. Let us entertain him With all respect, solemnity, and pomp, A man may merit, that comes to redeem us From slavery and oppression. _Cleon._ I'll lock up My doors, and guard my gold: these lads of Corinth Have nimble fingers, and I fear them more, Being within our walls, than those of Carthage; They are far off. _Archid._ And, ladies, be it your care To welcome him and his followers with all duty: For rest resolved, their hands and swords must keep you In that full height of happiness you live; A dreadful change else follows. [_Exeunt_ ARCHIDAMUS, CLEON, _and_ DIPHILUS. _Olymp._ We are instructed. _Coris._ Musing, Cleora? _Olymp._ She's studying how to entertain these strangers, And to engross them to herself. _Cleor._ No, surely. _Olymp._ No more; they come. _Flourish of trumpets. Enter_ TIMAGORAS, LEOSTHENES, ASOTUS, TIMOLEON _in black, led in by_ ARCHIDAMUS, DIPHILUS, _and_ CLEON; _followed by_ MARULLO, GRACCULO, CIMBRIO, _and other Slaves_. _Archid._ It is your seat: which, with a general suffrage, [_Offering_ TIMOLEON _the state_[99]. As to the supreme magistrate, Sicily tenders, And prays Timoleon to accept. _Timol._ Such honours To one ambitious of rule[100] or titles, Whose heaven on earth is placed in his command, And absolute power o'er others, would with joy, And veins swollen high with pride, be entertain'd. They take not me; for I have ever loved An equal freedom, and proclaim'd all such As would usurp on others' liberties Rebels to nature, to whose bounteous blessings All men lay claim as true legitimate sons: But such as have made forfeit of themselves By vicious courses, and their birthright lost, 'Tis not injustice they are mark'd for slaves, To serve the virtuous. For myself, I know Honours and great employments are great burdens, And must require an Atlas to support them. He that would govern others, first should be The master of himself, richly endued With depth of understanding, height of courage, And those remarkable graces which I dare not Ascribe unto myself. _Archid._ Sir, empty men Are trumpets of their own deserts; but you, That are not in opinion, but in proof, Really good, and full of glorious parts, Leave the report of what you are to fame, Which, from the ready tongues of all good men, Aloud proclaims you.