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sick and sunless keep cast mine Because he was a Greek and still a Greek, And would not be a slave? His cunning has Not whispered death about him as a pest? He--he, my friend? and you?--And I on him Should lean, and flatter----? ANTONIO: Cease: though he has stains The times are tyrannous and men like beasts Find mercy preservation's enemy. You're heated with suspicion and old wrong, But take my hand as pledge---- HAEMON (_refusing it_): That you'll be false? _Enter BARDAS._ BARDAS: I've sought you, Haemon. Antonio? We are Well met then: to your doors my want was bent With a request. ANTONIO: Which gladly I shall hear And if I can will grant. BARDAS: My haste is blunt-- As is my tongue. HAEMON: Then yield it us at once, Our mood is so. BARDAS: Haemon, I love your sister. Not love: I am idolatrous before Her foot's least print, and cannot breathe or pray But where she's sometime been and left a heaven! HAEMON: Therefore you'll cry it maudlin at the streets? BARDAS: Necessity's not over delicate. Antonio, sue for me. You have been apt In all love's skill they say. My oath on it Your words once sown upon her listening Would not lie fruitless did they bid her yield More than her most. HAEMON: Bardas! Do you--Does such Unseemliness run in your thought? BARDAS: Peace, Haemon. Antonio, speak. ANTONIO: You're strange in this request. Helena, whom I've seen, would little thank The eyes that told her own where they should love. BARDAS: I saved your life, my lord. ANTONIO: And I've besought Occasion oft for loaning of some chance Worthily to repay you. If 'tis this, I am distrest. I cannot plead your suit. BARDAS: You cannot or you will not? ANTONIO: I have said. Ask me for service on your foes, for gold, Faith or devotion, friendship you're aloof to, For all that will and honor well may render With nicety, and I'll be wings and heart, More--drudge to your desire. HAEMON: Nobly, my lord! Bardas, you must atone---- BARDAS: Peace, Haemon. HAEMON: Peace Is goad and gall! Why do you burn my cheek With this indignity?
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