_Mar._ He removed by The occasion of the war, (my fires increasing By being closed and stopp'd up,) frantic affection Prompted me to do something in his absence That might deliver you into my power, Which you see is effected: and even now, When my rebellious passions chide my dulness, And tell me how much I abuse my fortunes, Now it is in my power to bear you hence, [CLEORA _starts._ (Nay, fear not, madam; true love is a servant, But brutish lust a tyrant,) only thus much Be pleased I may speak in my own dear cause; And think it worthy your consideration, (I have loved truly, cannot say deserved, Since duty must not take the name of merit,) That I so far prize your content, before All blessings that my hope can fashion to me, That willingly I entertain despair, And, for your sake, embrace it; for I know, This opportunity lost, by no endeavour The like can be recover'd. To conclude, Forget not that I lose myself to save you: For what can I expect but death and torture, The war being ended? and, what is a task Would trouble Hercules to undertake, I do deny you to myself, to give you, A pure unspotted present, to my rival. I have said: if it distaste not, best of virgins! Reward my temperance with some lawful favour, Though you contemn my person. [CLEORA _kneels, then pulls off her glove, and offers her hand to_ MARULLO. _Timand._ See, she kneels, And seems to call upon the gods to pay The debt she owes your virtue: to perform which, As a sure pledge of friendship, she vouchsafes you Her fair right hand. _Mar._ I am paid for all my sufferings. Now, when you please, pass to your private chamber: My love and duty, faithful guards, shall keep you From all disturbance; and when you are sated With thinking of Leosthenes, as a fee Due to my service, spare one sigh for me. [_Exeunt._ CLEORA _makes a low courtesy as she goes off._ SCENE III. _The same. A Room in_ CLEON'_s House_. _Enter_ GRACCULO, _leading_ ASOTUS _in an ape's habit, with a chain about his neck_; ZANTHIA _in_ CORISCA'_s clothes, she bearing up her train_. _Grac._ Come on, sir. _Asot._ Oh! _Grac._ Do you grumble? you were ever A brainless ass; but if this hold, I'll teach you To come aloft and do tricks like an ape. Your morning's lesson: if you miss---- _Asot._ O no, sir. _Grac._ What for the Carthaginians? [ASOTUS _makes moppes_[116].] A good beast. What for ourself, your lord[117]? [_Dances._] Exceeding well. There's your reward. [_Gives him an apple._]--Not kiss your paw! So, so, so.