_Archid._ With her consent, not otherwise. You may urge Your title in the court; if it prove good, Possess her freely.--Guard him safely off too. _Timag._ You'll hear me, sir? _Archid._ If you have aught to say, Deliver it in public; all shall find A just judge of Timoleon. _Diph._ You must Of force now use your patience. [_Exeunt all but_ TIMAGORAS _and_ LEOSTHENES. _Timag._ Vengeance rather! Whirlwinds of rage possess me: you are wrong'd Beyond a stoic sufferance; yet you stand As you were rooted. _Leost._ I feel something here, That boldly tells me, all the love and service I pay Cleora is another's due, And therefore cannot prosper. _Timag._ Melancholy; Which now you must not yield to. _Leost._ 'Tis apparent: In fact your sister's innocent, however Changed by her violent will. _Timag._ If you believe so, Follow the chase still; and in open court Plead your own interest: we shall find the judge Our friend, I fear not. _Leost._ Something I shall say, But what---- _Timag._ Collect yourself as we walk thither. [_Exeunt._ SCENE III. _The Court of Justice._ _Enter_ TIMOLEON, ARCHIDAMUS, CLEORA; _and Officers_. _Timol._ 'Tis wonderous strange! nor can it fall within The reach of my belief, a slave should be The owner of a temperance which this age Can hardly parallel in freeborn lords, Or kings proud of their purple. _Archid._ 'Tis most true; And, though at first it did appear a fable, All circumstances meet to give it credit; Which works so on me, that I am compell'd To be a suitor, not to be denied, He may have equal hearing. _Cleo._ Sir, you graced me With the title of your mistress[128]; but my fortune Is so far distant from command, that I Lay by the power you gave me, and plead humbly For the preserver of my fame and honour. And pray you, sir, in charity believe, That, since I had ability of speech, My tongue has been so much inured to truth, I know not how to lie. _Timol._ I'll rather doubt The oracles of the gods, than question what Your innocence delivers; and, as far As justice and mine honour can give way, He shall have favour. Bring him in unbound: [_Exeunt Officers._ And though Leosthenes may challenge from me, For his late worthy service, credit to All things he can allege in his own cause, Marullo, so, I think, you call his name, Shall find I do reserve one ear for him, _Enter_ CLEON, ASOTUS, DIPHILUS, OLYMPIA, _and_ CORISCA. To let in mercy. Sit, and take your places; The right of this fair virgin first determined, Your bondmen shall be censured[129]. _Cleon._ With all rigour. We do expect. _Coris._ Temper'd, I say, with mercy. _Enter at one door_ LEOSTHENES _and_ TIMAGORAS; _at the other, Officers with_ MARULLO, _and_ TIMANDRA.