You hold o're your affections.
Piſander. To my wiſh:
Haue you acquainted her with the feature
Of the Carthaginians, and with what honours
Leoſthettes comes Crown'd home with?
|Timandra. With all care||10|
Timandra. As I gheſſe
With a ſeeming kinde of ioy, but yet appeares not
Tranſported, or proud of his happy fortune.
But when I tell her of the certaine ruine,
|You muſt encounter with at their arriuall||15|
Muſt fall vpon you, which you yet repent not;
Eſteeming it a glorious martyrdome,
And a reward of pure vnſpotted loue,
|Preſeru'd in the white robe of Innocence:||20|
The fruit vntaſted, for whoſe glad poſſeſſion,
You haue call'd on the furie of your Lord,
|Then that ſhe ſhould be grieu'd, or tainted in||25|
Piſander. Doth it worke compunction?
Pitties ſhe my misfortune?
Timandra. Shee expreſs'd
All ſignes of ſorrow, which (her vow obſeru'd),
Could witneſſe a grieu'd heart. At the firſt hearing
|Shee fell vpon her face, rent her faire haire,||30|
Of heauens iniuſtice.
Piſander. 'Tis enough: waite carefully,
And vpon all watch'd occaſions, continue
Speech, and difcourſe of me; 'tis time, muſt worke her. 35
Timandra. I'le not be wanting, but ſtill ſtriue to ſerue you.
Piſander. Now, Poliphron, the newes: Exit Timandra.
Poliphron. The conquering Army Enter Poliphron.