_Timag._ Impudence Beyond expression! _Timand._ She'll run mad, else, Or do some violent act upon herself: My lord, her father, sensible of her sufferings, Labours to gain his freedom. _Leost._ O, the devil! Has she bewitch'd him too? _Timag._ I'll hear no more. Come, sir, we'll follow her; and if no persuasion Can make her take again her natural form, Which by some powerful spell she has cast off, This sword shall disenchant her. _Leost._ O my heart-strings! [_Exeunt_ LEOSTHENES _and_ TIMAGORAS. _Timand._ I knew 't would take. Pardon me, fair Cleora, Though I appear a traitress; which thou wilt do, In pity of my woes, when I make known My lawful claim, and only seek mine own. [_Exit._ FOOTNOTE: [127] _My fault_:] i. e. _my misfortune_. That the word anciently had this meaning could be proved by many examples; _e. g._ _Marina._ The more my _fault_, To scape his hands, where I was like to die." _Pericles_, Act IV. sc. iii. SCENE II. _A Prison._ MARULLO _discovered in chains_. _Enter_ CLEORA _and Gaoler_. _Cleo._ There's for your privacy. Stay, unbind his hands. _Gaol._ I dare not, madam. _Cleo._ I will buy thy danger: Take more gold;--do not trouble me with thanks; I do suppose it done. [_Exit Gaoler._ _Mar._ My better angel Assumes this shape to comfort me, and wisely; Since, from the choice of all celestial figures, He could not take a visible form so full Of glorious sweetness. [_Kneels._ _Cleo._ Rise. I am flesh and blood, And do partake thy tortures. _Mar._ Can it be, That charity should persuade you to descend So far from your own height, as to vouchsafe To look upon my sufferings? How I bless My fetters now, and stand engaged to fortune For my captivity--no, my freedom, rather! For who dare think that place a prison which You sanctify with your presence? or believe Sorrow has power to use her sting on him That is in your compassion arm'd, and made Impregnable, though tyranny raise at once All engines to assault him? _Cleo._ Indeed virtue, With which you have made evident proofs that you Are strongly fortified, cannot fall, though shaken With the shock of fierce temptations; but still triumphs In spite of opposition. For myself, I may endeavour to confirm your goodness, (A sure retreat, which never will deceive you,) And with unfeigned tears express my sorrow For what I cannot help.