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Cleonice turned pale, and the large tears that had gathered in her eyes fell slowly down her cheeks; but she did not withdraw her hand from his clasp, or avert her countenance from his eyes. "I do not fear thee," said she, in a very low voice. "Ah, no, no," cried the delighted Spartan, detaining her, "do not fear to trust to thine own heart. Talk not of dishonour.
The shade of Cleonice appeared and told him, "that soon after his return to Sparta he would be delivered from all his troubles." Such was the legend repeated, as Plutarch tells us, by many historians; the deed itself was probable, and conscience, even without necromancy, might supply the spectre.
And Cleonice, unable to shun the visits which her weak and covetous father, despite his promised favour to the suit of Antagoras, still encouraged; and feeling her honour, at least, if not her peace, was secured by that ascendancy which, with each successive interview between them, her character more and more asserted over the Spartan's higher nature, relinquished the tormenting levity of tone whereby she had once sought to elude his earnestness, or conceal her own sentiments.
But Cleonice humours him not, let tongues wag as they may. Easier to take three cities than that child's heart." "Is it so indeed?" exclaimed the Chian, joyfully; "Cleonice loves him not?" "Laughs at him to his beard: that is, would laugh if he wore one." "O Diagoras!" cried Antagoras, "hear me, hear me.
Thou mayst claim from him the one; the other, neither he can give, nor thou receive." "Say not so, Cleonice," cried the Chian; "say not, that thou canst not love me, if so I am to interpret thy words. Love brings love with the young. How canst thou yet know thine own heart? Tarry till thou hast listened to mine.
They tell of Pausanias, that when he was in Byzantium, he solicited a young lady of a noble family in the city, whose name was Cleonice, to debauch her. Her parents, dreading his cruelty, were forced to consent, and so abandoned their daughter to his wishes.
Since I first saw thee, I loved. Maiden, wilt thou be my wife?" Thrice moved the lips of Cleonice, and thrice her voice seemed to fail her. At length she said, "Chian thou art a stranger, and the laws of the Grecian cities dishonour the stranger whom the free citizen stoops to marry." "Nay," cried Antagoras, "such cruel laws are obsolete in Chios.
Grant me but this prayer, and I leave thee, if in sorrow, yet not with terror." "Generous and noble Chian," returned Cleonice as her tears fell upon the hand he extended to her, "why, why do I so ill repay thee? Thy love is indeed that which ennobles the heart that yields it, and her who shall one day recompense thee for the loss of me.
Know, then, that Pausanias a curse light on him! brings shame upon Cleonice. Know that already her name hath grown the talk of the camp. Know that his visit to her the night before last was proclaimed in the Council of the Captains as a theme for jest and rude laughter. By the head of Zeus, how thinkest thou to profit by the stealthy wooings of this black-browed Spartan?
"Pardon me one question," said Gongylus. "Is not the female heart which Antagoras would beseech the goddess to soften towards him that of the Cleonice of whom we spoke? See, he denies it not. Greeks, the Chians are warm lovers, and warm lovers are revengeful rivals." This artful speech had its instantaneous effect amongst the younger and more unthinking loiterers.
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