From her free bounties; ſhe inſpir'd me with
That vallour, which I dare not call mine owne: 60 And from the faire reflexion of her minde, My ſoule receau'd the ſparckling beames of courage.
Shee from the magazine of her proper goodneſſe,
Stock'd me with vertuous purpoſes; ſent me forth
To trade for honour; and ſhe being the owner 65 Of the barke of my aduentures, I muſt yeeld her A iuſt accompt of all, as fits a Factor:
And howſoeuer others thinke me happy,
And cry aloud, I haue made a proſperous voyage:
One ſrowne of her diſlike at my returne, 70 (Which, as a puniſhment for my fault, I looke for) Strikes dead all comfort.
Timagoras. Tuſh, theſe feares are needleſſe,
Shee cannot, muſt not, ſhall not be fo cruell.
A free confeſſion of a fault winnes pardon;
But being ſeconded by deſert, commands it. 75 The Generall is your owne, and ſure; my Father Repents his harſhneſſe: for my ſelfe, I am
Euer your creature, one day ſhall be happy
In your triumph, and your Mariage.
Leoſthenes. May it proue ſo,
With her conſent, and pardon.
Timagoras. Euer touching 80 On that harſh ſtring? ſhe is your owne, and you Without diſturbance feaze on what's your due.
Piſander. She has her health then:
Timandra. Yes, Sir, and as often
As I ſpeake of you, lends attentiue eare
To all that I deliuer; nor feemes tyr'de,
Though I dwell long on the relation of
Your ſuffrings for her, heaping praife on praife, 5
On your vnequal'd temperance, and command,