_Timand._ She express'd All signs of sorrow which, her vow observed, Could witness a grieved heart. At the first hearing, She fell upon her face, rent her fair hair, Her hands held up to heaven, and vented sighs, In which she silently seem'd to complain Of heaven's injustice. _Mar._ 'Tis enough: wait carefully, And, on all watch'd occasions, continue Speech and discourse of me: 'tis time must work her. _Timand._ I'll not be wanting, but still strive to serve you. [_Exit._ _Enter_ POLIPHRON. _Mar._ Now, Poliphron, the news? _Poliph._ The conquering army Is within ken. _Mar._ How brook the slaves the object? _Poliph._ Cheerfully yet; they do refuse no labour, And seem to scoff at danger; 'tis your presence That must confirm them: with a full consent You are chosen to relate the tyranny Of our proud masters; and what you subscribe to, They gladly will allow of, or hold out To the last man. _Mar._ I'll instantly among them. If we prove constant to ourselves, good fortune Will not, I hope, forsake us. _Poliph._ 'Tis our best refuge. [_Exeunt._ FOOTNOTE: [120] _Defeature_,] i. e. _defeat_. The two words were used indiscriminately by our old writers. SCENE II. _Before the Walls of Syracuse._ _Enter_ TIMOLEON, ARCHIDAMUS, DIPHILUS, LEOSTHENES, TIMAGORAS, _and Soldiers_. _Timol._ Thus far we are return'd victorious; crown'd With wreaths triumphant, (famine, blood, and death, Banish'd your peaceful confines,) and bring home Security and peace. 'Tis therefore fit That such as boldly stood the shock of war, And with the dear expense of sweat and blood Have purchased honour, should with pleasure reap The harvest of their toil: and we stand bound, Out of the first file of the best deservers, (Though all must be consider'd to their merits,) To think of you, Leosthenes, that stand, And worthily, most dear in our esteem, For your heroic valour. _Archid._ When I look on The labour of so many men and ages, This well-built city, not long since design'd To spoil and rapine, by the favour of The gods, and you, their ministers, preserved, I cannot, in my height of joy, but offer These tears for a glad sacrifice. _Diph._ Sleep the citizens? Or are they overwhelm'd with the excess Of comfort that flows to them? _Leost._ We receive A silent entertainment. _Timag._ I long since Expected that the virgins and the matrons, The old men striving with their age, the priests, Carrying the images of their gods before them, Should have met us with procession.--Ha! the gates Are shut against us! _Archid._ And, upon the walls, Arm'd men seem to defy us! _Enter above, on the Walls_, MARULLO, POLIPHRON, CIMBRIO, GRACCULO, _and other Slaves_. _Diph._ I should know These faces: they are our slaves.