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SCENE 1.

Sinevero.
So! the world is calm, now busie Action
Her Theater hath left, wrapt in the vaile
Of night, whose silent Issue hath, e're this,
The stupid Soul beguil'd with empty Hope,
While I do mine confirm, enlightned with
The watchfull flames of Love and Sov'ranty:
Whose active tempers strugling to engross
Seems troubled in his mind.
My yeelding fancy soly to each other,
Frustrate, in their division, the design
My suspend Resolution should put on
To form and finish both their purposes.
Pauses.
Y'unruly Fires! who frame and guide the world!
Why thus disagree your transferr'd beams in
Fraile humanity? If for the order,
Of your Ministry; pleade your preheminence!
Yet least declining age in favour should,
Of thy concurrent over-partial prove,
Exalt thy lights, thou still prevailing Love!
Raise here th'Exemplar of th'ensuing work,
To shew th'Incredulous how from crippled Time
Thou wilt extract the last Perfection:
And thou, the splendid glory of my Age!
To whose high neigb'ring Summet I am come
By secret paths; maintain thou still thine own!
Thy gaudy train attracts the wanton Eye
Of woman more, than all the flourishing Grace
Of Youth Fix here m'intentive thoughts your strength,
And on the fabrick of Ambition
Frame Iove a Temple; where if his Object may
No prove Loves pledge; she may prove Honours Prey.
Casts his eye on a Letter he held in his hand.
First here's a swelling cloud must be remov'd,
Whose progress threatens to eclips your Lights.
Castrophilus Death is crown'd in victory,
Whose Glories, still surviving, in his Sonn,
The People rule more powerfully than Law:
And by Ambigamor his friend pretends
To wed fair Orgula. So fooles conclude
E're they consult those powers do them preside.
I am their Fate; 'tis fixt in my Decree,
In Love and Rule there must no Rival be.
Nefarius!—How dull a thing is passive Man,
Whom ev'ry giddy vapour uncreates,
Fittest my use. 'Tis Pollicies defect,
T'imploy such spirits may their wayes detect.
Ho! Nefarius?

Nefarius ent.
N.
My Lord.

S.
Holds Castrophilus Funeral Triumph this day

N.
Such is the voice of Fame my Lord:

S.
See that perform'd, as you finde order'd there.

Delivers im a Paper.
N.
I shall, with diligence equal to your trust.

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