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Scena Tertia.

Enter Cecillia and Philon.
Cecil.
Was the Fleet within sight of land
This mornining?

Phi.
Yes Madam they have hung about the Ile
Of---these foure dayes kept backe by
Contrary windes.

Cecil.
When returnes the Gally that came from my brother?

Phi
This tide he puts off.

Cecil.
This opportunitie then will advance
My designe. Have you fitted those prisoners
With a disguise?

Phi.
Yes Madam.

Cecil.
Harke whats that? a Lute! are they musicall?

Phi.
Yes Madam one of 'em playes and sings.

A Song.
Fond Pausanes let not thy love aspire
To hope of comming higher,
But let thy faith grow up under a cloud
Of being not alow'd
And still persue thy love till she like well
To know it but thou not tell,
Next thy care must be she not perceive
Thou beleev'st she has given leave,
Thy love and sufferings thus being humbly told
And not a sigh too bold:
Nor with a looke speake or let a feare be proud
To be discern'd least thou love too loud.
Whilst fairely thus thou do'st thy love pursue
Pretending nothing due,
In time her heart may grow to wish thee well
Whether she will or no,
By such soft steps as these and slow degrees,
And ever on his knees,
Pausanes still shall approach his blisse,
But not come neare enough to misse;
But at a distance looke and love
And see her farre above,
Yet not wish her descending to my sense,
Or hope of meeting but my influence.

Cecil.
Call him hither.
Exit Philon.
Now Cecillia arme thy selfe
With resolution, that thy sex may not
Still be cald weake; nor thou yeeld to thy passion,
Lest this god in a cloud deceive thee, and
Force thee with his yeeldings, he sings his actions,
And acts his opinions, which makes him
A dangerous friend; hee's one that boldly dares,
Yet humbly loves; he strucke his master, yet
Bow'd to me, and when his rage had fild
His eyes with fire, he sighing turn'd, and looking
This way in languishing streames quencht
Their rising flames. O power of honour! that
Makes this so in him: And honour me! not
To returne his love, it starts me! To finde
Honour pleasd still to confound our reason,
And puts us to our acts of faith; but see
They come, their hands wove in friendship.

Enter Hiparchus, and Pausanes, and Philon, File common Souldiers.
Paus.
Doe thou speake while I collect my selfe;
Yet doe not; why should I refuse
By my disorder to speak her power,
If she deserve my love, I'me certaine shee'le
Command my feare. Nor is it a dishonour
To shake here, tis not I tell Hiparcus
Tis not, these are valiant feares, and
Ile speake to her in what my heart thrust out,
For by my life, all that I have resolv'd of,
I have quite forgot.

Hip.
But doe not rashly tempt her to a scorne.
Scorne? O no Hiparchus, if e're her softnesse
Hath felt loves power, she knowes his
Proper language is free prose. And their
Distractions wrap the powerfull'st truth
Bondage, verse tells us they are too much themselves,
Nor is he affected that can compose
His sufferings: See where she stands.

They kneele.
Cecil.
Rise, your freedome is the bounty of another
And the thankes not due to me, I sent for you
To tell you my brother is now upon
A designe for Sardinia, but has beene staid
By crosse winds so that you may overtake
Him (ere he lands) in a Gally, which this morning
Is bound for him, and in this disguise
By striking on his partie unknowne pay
His bounty.

Hip.
Arme us Madam, and you shall heare
How deepe I'le plow, how thicke I'le sow their wounds
But I'le reape the honour; my mistake has
Lost me in striking against your vertue:
And now we are friends Pausanes and Hiparcus
Vndivided draw, I thinke we shall not
Easily be o'recome, for give me leave
To say we are not often conquered
But by our selves: And then though
Pausanes be victor, Hipercus triumphes.

Pau.
We can be gratefull Madam, though not fortunate.

Cecil.
That's my Q. pray let me be thankfull toe,
Lest you thinke I can onely councell it:
Within this Cabinet I beleeve is in value
She fetches a Cabinet and offers it to Hipercus.
As much as my person would have yeelded
At a Mart, if it be lesse
Tis the modest opinion I ought to have
Of mine owne worth makes me faultie
In the summe, for any other consideration
Take this too.

She gives a Choice.
Hip.
Tis just Madam that you throw this scorne
On me, for I confesse the fault lookt as
If I had fought for money: which opinion
My refusall now I hope will remove.

Cecil.
Pray take it;
Why should you receive wounds for me?

Hip.
I doe not let my selfe out to dangers,
Nor is it my trade to fight: wounds and blood
Are neither my daily labour nor the
Sweat of my brow; They are honours and pay
Themselves: If I have courage, tis a gift
The gods sent me freely, and as their blessing
Freely I'le dispence it.

Cecil.
Your pardon Sir. I meant no injurious
Vpbraiding, for by my life I doe not thinke
You faultie: if you will not be
Rewarded, yet give me leave to supply your wants.

Hip.
I kisse your Charitie.

Cecil.
What to give him I know not, oh unequall
Law that bindes us women, and forces me to let
Him perish, because I know how to save him!
I must not stay, I know y'are friends and what
The one has is but the others store,
I wish yee may be fortunate
My last words, e're I knew what you were

Pau.
O stay! unbind me ere you goe: And heare
My soule labour'd with admiration
Of your beauties, but since I was blest
With knowledge of your diviner part, all
Your acts from honour sprung have collected
Those sparkes your eyes kindled and th'are
Blowne to a flame here, here it burnes
And thougu this Altar (divinest) be built
Vpon the meanest earth, scorne it not, for
My offering shall be of the purest love,
And my sighes shall constant incense breath.

Cecil.
What thou might'st have done I know not,
But I'm sure thou canst not now, thou hast sayd
Too much: Go fight, fight, for thou know'st not how
To love. Oh woman, woman, woman still!

Speakes aside.
Pau.
Not love? What stranger then is this that's got
In here and wanders so to seeke; not love?
Tis he or Cowardise crept in, no third cause
Can beget the feares the tremblings, I
Labour with; Oh! teach me how to know him.

Cecil.
That stranger when thou meet'st him at the eye
Thou wilt finde he is conceiv'd in fire and in
And instant growes to perfect forme!
Thence in fulnesse of time, he takes his birth
Into the heart which is his world, and there.
If he prove a healthy love, he lives
In silence, the tongue has no pure 'ith birth
Of gallant loves, nor are they long lov'd
That make their Exits that way, the true birthes
Of love know no delivery. But where they tooke
Their life through the eye, this is love: thine
A short liv'd passion, I feare.

(I feare) spoke aside.
Pau.
My passions are no faults Madam, when
I master 'em, when we doe not serve them
We command admiration, or should I yeeld
To 'em, could any passion be unbecomming
That has so beautifull a cause as the
Faire Cecillia, who I feare has beene
Vs'd to such Hecatombs of hearts, that
My single one being but a slaves might well
Be scorned at your shrine, yet if you be
That power that my thoughts have worshipt,
Ye must confesse he that offers all, though
A begger, sacrifices equall to a King.
O turne not from me, but be like those Gods
She turnes away.
You bow to, which though they give and guard
Our flockes, yet accept a Lambe.

Cecil.
Plead no more, if thou lov'st thou wilt preferre me,
Aside.
I must not, dare not understand, I am too much
A party to heare him pleade.

Pau.
O doe not shew the severall wayes you have
To wound: May the fire for ever
Inhabite in those eyes, but doe not in frownes
Dart it this way.

Cecil.
Be gon then. And consider what thou suest for.
A slave by his passion crowned, and
A Princesse by her inthron'd.

Pau.
Doe but beleeve I love tis all I begge,
Strike me heaven, if I have so faultie a wish
As to attempt the unshrining such a power
Or would live to see your beautie fall
From this vast nationall ador'd condition,
To make them my petty houshold god,
O say! Doe you beleeve I love?

Cecil.
Yes, yes, I beleeve and feare.

Pau.
O continue that friendly faith;
I'le at a distance kneele, for tis a wealth
Here he reverences and kneeles.
Ile pray for, fight to keepe, and weepe
To part with: and if that way of obtayning
That way of keeping, and this sense of losse
Ask'd with a whole heart, and with a whole
Heart defended, but parted from with a broken one,
Can confirme it all joyes.

She in passion interrupts him and in disdaine speakes and leaves him.
Cecil.
Peace, be gone. Cecillia collect thy selfe
For thou art lost. O yee gods
Would yee had given more, or that I had knowne
Lesse of Honour.

Pausanes startes againe.
Pau.
Hyparchus my friend I finde my misery,
And conjure thee that if thou outlive us,
Steale some of my ashes into her urne, that
In our earth being become equall
We may become one.

Exit.
Hip.
This is strange, yet tis the best kinde of anger,
And the storme is to friend, if I can judge a woman.

Exit.