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[Scene I.]

The scene a dark grove on ye side of a Rock; at ye Bottom ye Ocean with ships riding is seen. Out of the grove Zoroastres comes attended. Severall spirits ascending and meeting him, all with burning lamps in their hands. Strange sort of noises are heard in the air with flashes of lightning and thunder. Zoroastres comes forward and speakes.
Zor.
How great's my Pow'r! whose hand Hell's throne can shake
And Drousey Ghosts from beds of Earth awake.
Pluto himself does frightned trembling stand
And dreads his Treasure when I wave my wand.
Nor can ye aery spirits, when I call,
Resist my charms. Great Heav'n itself must fall.
A Chaos when I please, I can Create
And bee a Destiny to very Fate.
All ye great gods doe tremble when I speak,
Dipping themselves in ye infernall Lake.
—Almighty I!—

Spirits.
Dread Sovereign! Mercy.

Zor.
Bee gon, dull Feinds! and come again to mee,
When you th'Amazed world awaked see.
Perhaps those Torches, then, which now you have,
May Blaze enough to light them to their grave.
Descend—Bee gon!
[They shake their lamps and descend.
Hell sure to see mee Reign must take delight,
King of ye Day, and monarck of ye Night.
Ha! Daemolgoron walking in ye grove,
Melancholy, as if hee were in Love.
By chance I may discover— [Listens.


Daem.
«Oh, that I
Could tell her that I love before I dye!
Nor can ye great Zoroastres b' Angry sure
To see mee Fall a sacrifice soe pure.
Yet—let him say what hee does please to mee,
Cupid's as great a Conjurer as hee.
What Man e're greater Magick yet could find,
Than in Cyane's Breast if she was kind?
Heavens, what glorious thoughts I have!
What would my Fathers Circles seem to mee
When I lay girded and inclos'd by She?
—But oh my Fears!—
Great god of love! Send a bright Cupid down
To tell mee my too near Approaching doom.»

[Falls in a Trance on a Couch.
Zor.
«Bless mee! What have I heard? My son in Love?
Curses light on him.
Is it come to this? Then in vain have I
Studied ye Nature of Astronomy.
Yee mighty Planets! What can you now doe,
When dull, poor Love more influence has than you?
In vain have I ye great worlds Chymist been,
And search'd ye Nature out of ev'ry Green.
Almighty Love can now bee cur'd noe more
By ye Juice of Herbs than 'twas heretofore.
—Oh! that I should live to see this day!
Heavens! Why don't you take my life away?
—If I must live, I'le teare him from her Arms,
And, after Death, will haunt him with my charms.»

[Exit.
Two spirits in shapes of woemen clad all in white, with Wands, fly down, and stand before Daemolgoron, singing, who all ye while lays asleep on a Couch.
Song.
1st Spir.
You that here a Lover lye
Shall never a trew Lover dye,
But shall change, and like ye wind
Love ev'ry one that will bee Kind.

Chorus.
Come then, o Cupid, show thy pow'r
Uppon one that changes in an Hour.

2d Spir.
Why should not ye Flames of love
Prove as strong as those of Jove?
For 'tis a greater sin, they say,
Not for to love, than not to pray.

Chorus.
Come then, o Cupid, show thy pow'r
Uppon one that changes in an Hour.

Cupid appears above, brandishing a dart; ye 2 spirits fly up to him. And on a sudden ye stage darkens, and ye cave and grove vanish. Daemolgoron, as one amazed, rises and speaks.
Daem.
What shapes, what Forms, what visions of ye Air,
Unto my Lab'ring Fancy did Appear?
Cold thick drops of sweat from my Brows distill'd
And all ye Bloud within my veins was chill'd.
The sluggish God of sleep was 'fraid to come,
But stood at distance, hov'ring o're ye Roome.
Cupid too (I am resolv'd I'le Love noe more)
Sent two white Devils worse than all before.
Hence then I will indulge my willing mind,
Nor e're again from Pleasure bee Confin'd,
For why should I ye visions dread of Night?
A Woeman in a sheet can never Fright. [Exit.