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Thirteenth Entry
Heer whilst Each Nation makes his Obeisance & Soe comes vp to Oceanus presenting him Seuerally wt h their Shields wc h He deliuers to ye Trytons to89
Out of Each windowe ye names of ye 3. Syrens hanging out in Great Letters viz: Parthenope Ligea & Leucosia:
First Song by Parthenope
Vnuale vnuale Chast Queen
Lock vp noe more
Thy Bewty & Thy Store
But to ye Other parts o'th'World be Seen
That come therfore
And wt h Ambitious Eye
Fraight for Discouery
Approach your Coast
Dain Them yt Fauour else their Labour's Lost
Second Song by Ligea
Appeer, appeer
Bright Southern Princess Royall
To Those will noe Deniall
But Come here
Aduentrers Bowld
To behowld
What by Coniectral Art
The Gloabs to Them impart
That yr Dominions ends
Soe far Extend
As yt ther's yet vnfathomd & vntould
A New World half as large as is ye Owld
Third Song by Leucosia
Shew thy Self & graunt access
To Thy Throne
Great Misteress
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Open a Port
To Their Resort
Who through ye Fauour of ye Seas
Seek to find out New Passages
And let Their fayr Endeauours find
To Satiate ye Minds
Of those Employd Them Soe much Grace
As to Behould your Face
wc h done
They Shall be gon
Retire again
And what was promisd from ye Mayn
Being Ratefide
Perish & Sinke in Their Presumptions Tide
Heer ye Trauerse Opens & Terra Australis discouers Her Self on her Throne in ye Scene & then it drawes closs & Shuts vp again
Oceanus:
Speaks
As my Decrees, Soe are my Promises
The Medes & Persians to mine goe less
Soe hauing Shown These boasters what They Craue
To See, though not enioy: noe more I haue
To doe wt h Them or Theirs, but to Bestowe
The Lowdest Breath my Notus heer can blow
Wt h his Assotiats on them: & Soe will I
Strut out Their Sayles, till They fall fould on Sylla
Seeking to Shun Caribdis homwards bound
(For in Presumption Dainger's allwayes found)
Breath out my winds: & for Their forlorn chance
Let Auster weep a Showr, Eol aduance
His moystned wing, & All in Ayre express
The Fate is incident & ill Success
To Those rest not contented wt h their owne
But Rashly Seek for more wt h Phaeton
Plunge Them into ye deeps, & let Them knowe
What vnto me is right, & what They owe
Yet ere They goe Some Lofty Galliard Shewe
Their Thankfullnes, & what to Me was due
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Exeunt:
They gon Oceanus inuoaks Oryon
Ocean:
Come forth Oryon bright & Cleer
Nor more affright ye Passenger
On my Curld waues, ye Tempest's ore
And I Thy Harp-Strings now Implore
To Court My Mistres wt h & t'be
Wittnes to This Solemnety
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