And foreign plots, thou hast some powers to raise, And place a guard about thee. Lord Memphonius, Mem. With best care, my Lord. Govi. Confine me? here's my liberty in mine arms, I wish no better to bring me content, Lovers' best freedom is imprisonment. [exeunt Lady and Govianus. Tyr. Methinks the day e'en darkens at her absence, On tow'rs and mountains, but I keep the vallies, The place that is last serv'd. Helv. My Lord! [Tyrant and Helvetius converse apart. Tyr. Your reason, sir ? Helv. Your Grace is mild to all but your own bosom ; They should have both been sent to several prisons, And not committed to each other's arms; There's a hot durance, he'll ne'er wish more freedom. Tyr. Tis true, let 'em be both forc'd back! [to the Officers. Stay! we command you. Thou talk'st not like a statesman; had my wrath They'd liv'd suspectful still, warn'd by their fears, Nay, more to vex his soul, give command straight Where he may only have a sight of her To his mind's torment, but his arms and lips Lock'd up, like felons, from her. Helv. Now you win me, I like that cruelty passing well, my Lord. I need no spur, my Lord,-Honour pricks me. In any blood of mine; the key's your own, You shall command the wards. Tyr. Say's thou so, sir? I were ungrateful then, should I see thee Want power, that provides content for me. SCENE II. [exeunt. Enter L. ANSELMUS, the deposed King's Brother, with his Friend, VOTARIUS. Vol. Pray, sir, confine your thoughts and excuse me, Methinks the depos'd king, your brother's sorrow, Should find you business enough. Ans. How, Votarius! Sorrow for him? weak ignorance talks not like thee, Why he was never happier. Vot. Pray prove that, sir. Ans. He's lost the kingdom, but his mind's restor❜d; Which is the larger empire? pr'ythee tell me. They're fellow prisoners, though the sea looks bigger, Is as unlimitable as heav'n, that glorious court of spirits. Vot. Had you not both long since By a kind, worthy lady, your chaste wife? Ans. That's it that I take pains with thee to be sure of. What true report can I send to my soul Of that I know not,—we must only think The thing that is thought good, but what's approv'd so : So wise men choose.-O what a lazy virtue Is chastity in a woman, if no sin Should lay temptation to't!-pr'ythee set to her, And bring my peace along with thee. Vot. You put to me A business that will do my words more shame Ans. Have I a friend? And has my love so little interest in him, That I must trust some stranger with my heart, And go to seek him out? Vot. Nay, hark you, sir! I am so jealous of your weaknesses, That rather than you should lie prostituted Before a stranger's triumph, I would venture Ans. Be worth thy word then. Enter WIFE. Yonder she comes,-I'll have an ear to you both; I love to have such things at the first hand. [aside and exit. Adultery to yon face! so rude a sin May not come near the meekness of her eye; My client's cause looks so dishonestly, I'll ne'er be seen to plead in't. Wife. What, Votarius! Vot. Good morrow, virtuous madam. Wife. Was my Lord Seen lately here? Vot. He's newly walk'd forth, lady. Wife. How was he attended. Vot. 'Faith I think with none, madam. [aside. Wife. That sorrow for the king his brother's fortune Prevails too much with him, and leads him strangely From company and delight. Vot. How she's beguil❜d in him! There's no such natural touch, search all his bosom. [aside. That grief's too bold with him, indeed, sweet madam, And draws him from the pleasure of his time, |