The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 08Dryden, John
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The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 08
Dryden, John
English drama -- 17th century
_Cas._ There was their safety, that he was not jealous.
What would you more of him? he was a fool,
And put the happy means into their hands.
_Cleom._ I cannot much commend my countryman.
_Cas._ Indeed, my lord, your countryman was dull,
That did not understand so plain a courtship.
Have Spartans eyes for nothing, not to see
So manifest a passion?
_Cleom._ Yes, too well.-- [_Aside._
Madam, your goodness interests you too much
In Helen's cause. I have no more to urge,
But that she was a wife: that word, a wife,
In spite of all your eloquence, condemns her.
_Cas._ You argue justly; therefore 'twas a crime:
But, had she been a mistress, not a wife,
Her love had been a virtue, to forsake
The nauseous bed of a loathed fulsome king,
And fly into a sprightly lover's arms.
Her love had been a merit to her Paris,
To leave her country, and, what's more, her kingdom,
With a poor fugitive prince to sail away,
And bear her wealth along, to make him happy.
_Cleom._ You put your picture in the fairest light:
But both the lovers broke their plighted vows;
He to Oenone, she to Menelaus.
_Cas._ The gods, that made two fools, had done more justly,
To have matched Menelaus with Oenone.
Think better of my picture, it deserves
A second thought; it speaks; the Helen speaks.
_Cleon._ It speaks Egyptian then; a base dishonest tongue.
_Cas._ You are too young to understand her language.--
[_To_ CLEON.
Do not thank me, [_To_ CLEOM.
Till I have brought your business to perfection.
Doubt not my kindness; nothing shall be wanting
To make your voyage happy.
_Cleom._ I only fear the excess of your full bounty,
To give me more than what my wants require.
[_Exeunt_ CLEOM. _and_ CLEON.
_Cas._ Meaning, perhaps, my person and my love:
I would not think it so; and yet I fear,
And while I fear, his voyage shall be hindered.
No breath of wind
Can stir, to waft him hence, unless I please:
I am the goddess that commands the seas.
In vain he vows at any other shrine,
My heart is in his hands, his fate's in mine.
[_Exit_ CASSANDRA.
ACT III.
SCENE I.--_The King's Apartment._
_A Table set._ PTOLEMY, SOSIBIUS, CASSANDRA _sitting_: PTOLEMY _at
the upper end_; CASSANDRA _sitting on the one side_, SOSIBIUS _on
the other_.
_Ptol._ I must confess, 'twas obvious.
_Sosib._ He said he could command them with his nod:
Can he do this with mercenaries, raised
Not at his charge, but yours? by you maintained?
What could he more, had they been Spartans born?
_Cas._ What would you hence infer?
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