_Another Room in the same._
_Enter_ TIMAGORAS, CLEON, ASOTUS, CORISCA, _and_ OLYMPIA.
_Cleon._ But are you sure we are safe?
_Timag._ You need not fear;
They are all under guard, their fangs pared off:
The wounds their insolence gave you, to be cured
With the balm of your revenge.
_Asot._ And shall I be
The thing I was born, my lord?
_Timag._ The same wise thing.
'Slight, what a beast they have made thee! Afric never
Produced the like.
_Asot._ I think so:--nor the land
Where apes and monkeys grow, like crabs and walnuts,
On the same tree. Not all the catalogue
Of conjurers or wise women bound together
Could have so soon transform'd me, as my rascal
Did with his whip; for not in outside only,
But in my own belief, I thought myself
As perfect a baboon----
_Timag._ An ass thou wert ever.
_Asot._ And would have given one leg, with all my heart,
For good security to have been a man
After three lives, or one and twenty years,
Though I had died on crutches.
_Cleon._ Never varlets
So triumph'd o'er an old fat man: I was famish'd.
_Timag._ Indeed you are fallen away.
_Asot._ Three years of feeding
On cullises and jelly, though his cooks
Lard all he eats with marrow, or his doctors
Pour in his mouth restoratives as he sleeps,
Will not recover him.
_Timag._ But your ladyship looks
Sad on the matter, as if you had miss'd
Your ten-crown amber possets, good to smooth
The cutis, as you call it.
_Coris._ Pray you, forbear;
I am an alter'd woman.
_Timag._ So it seems;
A part of your honour's ruff stands out of rank too.
_Coris._ No matter, I have other thoughts.
_Timag._ O strange!
Not ten days since it would have vex'd you more
Than the loss of your good name.
_Enter_ LEOSTHENES _and_ DIPHILUS _with a Guard_.
How now, friend!
Looks our Cleora lovely?
_Leost._ In my thoughts, sir.
_Timag._ But why this guard?
_Diph._ It is Timoleon's pleasure:
The slaves have been examined, and confess
Their riot took beginning from your house;
And the first mover of them to rebellion
Your slave Marullo. [_Exeunt_ DIPH. _and Guard_.
_Leost._ Ha! I more than fear.
_Timag._ They may search boldly.
_Enter_ TIMANDRA, _speaking to the Guard within_.
_Timand._ You are unmanner'd grooms.
To pry into my lady's private lodgings:
There's no Marullos there.
_Re-enter_ DIPHILUS, _and Guard, with_ MARULLO.
_Timag._ Now I suspect too.
Where found you him?
_Diph._ Close hid in your sister's chamber.
_Timag._ Is that the villain's sanctuary?
_Leost._ This confirms
All she deliver'd, false.
_Timag._ But that I scorn
To rust my good sword in thy slavish blood,
Thou now wert dead.
_Mar._ He's more a slave than fortune
Or misery can make me, that insults
Upon unweapon'd innocence.
_Timag._ Prate you, dog?
_Mar._ Curs snap at lions in the toil, whose looks
Frighted them, being free.
_Timag._ As a wild beast,
Drive him before you.
_Mar._ O divine Cleora!
_Leost._ Darest thou presume to name her?
_Mar._ Yes, and love her;
And may say, have deserved her.
_Timag._ Stop his mouth,
Load him with irons too.
[_Exit Guard with_ MARULLO.
_Cleon._ I am deadly sick
To look on him.
_Asot._ If he get loose, I know it,
I caper like an ape again: I feel
The whip already.
_Timand._ This goes to my lady. [_Exit._
_Timag._ Come, cheer you, sir; we'll urge his punishment
To the full satisfaction of your anger.
_Leost._ He is not worth my thoughts. No corner left
In all the spacious rooms of my vex'd heart,
But is fill'd with Cleora: and the rape
She has done upon her honour, with my wrong,
The heavy burden of my sorrow's song. [_Exeunt._