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Scen. VIII.
To them 3 Priests of Apollo with wreaths of Lawrell, Demarchus and Dinomachus hand in hand, Pæstanus, Philondas, Souldiers.The Priests standing on one side, and the Ladies on the other, leaving a free space between 'em, in which Demarchus and Adraste first meet. Then Dinomachus and Adraste receive Charistus and Lucasia; Then Philondas meets Malthora; Then the King and Queen joyn Olyndus and Eumela; The rest then salute, and receive one another with Welcome; While they all thus meet, the Priests on the one side, and the Ladies on the other, sing thus enterchangeably.
1 Priest,
Apollo, who foretell'st what shall ensue,
None speaks more Dark than thou, but none More true;
If Heard, Obscure; but yet if Seen, most Bright;
Day's in thy Visage, in thy Sayings Night.
Pr. Cho.
Day's in thy Visage, in thy Sayings Night.
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Venus makes good what he Decrees,
And Love fulfils what he foresees,
Thus Gods help Gods, thus Mortals ow
Much to the Bayes, much to the Bow.
La. Cho.
Much to the Bayes, much to the Bow.
2 Priest.
Phœbus as Præsent shewes us future things,
Our Trivets Counsell give, our Trees teach Kings,
And whil'st our Oracle instructs the State,
What e'r the Priest shall say the God makes Fate.
Pr. Cho.
What e'r the Priest shall say the God makes Fate.
2 Lady.
What are your Trivets to Loves wings?
They Teach, but these do Conquer Kings:
Venus to Fate adds all the bliss,
She that makes Doves, makes Kingdoms kiss.
La. Cho.
She that makes Doves makes Kingdoms kiss.
La. & Pr.
Thus then the Myrtle and the Bayes we joyn.
Chorus.
And in one Wreath Wisdom and Love Combine.
Dem.
I never raign'd till now. You needed not
Have sent that Ample Treasure; I had all
Wealth in your Loves. Come, Great Dinomachus,
As they joyn'd Voices, so let us joyn Hearts.
Dino.
Sir, your Embraces vanquish far beyond
Your Sword, though happy; you march Conquerour
More by a Glorious Peace, than if your Arm
Had scatter'd Deaths still as you pass'd; your Throne
Grows hence; y'have gain'd what e'r you have not ruin'd;
Your Pow'r rules Cyprus, but your Fame the World.
Dem.
Hate only is between th' Ignoble, when
The Good dissent, 'tis only difference,
No malice; Vertue flames in both, and so
Each must the other Love; their Discords are
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'Tis to stand off, rather than bear a Grudge.
And if they fight, when e'r they do lay down
Their VVeapons, they lay down their Anger too,
As we affect then to seem good, and are so,
Let one Oblivion wrap up what hath past
On either side.
Dino.
But I must first ask Pardon;
I've wrong'd a Deity. Great Apollo, be
Thou still propitious. Here I do restore
Thy Blameless Priests. VVhat was but only Darkness,
I thought Contrivance; and the Priest not Loyall,
Because the God was pleas'd to be obscure:
But now th' Event lends light to that, and Me;
And my Charistus doth his Country save
By being thus become his Enemi's Slave.
Peace rest upon 'em both; Apollo spoke it,
And Venus hath perform'd it.
Dem.
As they joyn'd
To make us happy, so let us pay back
United Thanks, and joyn their Deities in
A double Feast. It is not Mens Lot only
To need each other; ev'n the Pow'rs themselves
Give and take help. Affection brings about
VVhat Counsell cannot. Thus the Gods have lent
Love unto VVisdome for an Instrument.
Exeunt Omnes.
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