SCENE IV.

_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._