 | VVomen pleas'd |  |
39
Scæna Secunda.
Enter Silvio (arm'd.)Sil.
What shall I do? live thus unknown, and base still?
Or thrust my self into the head oth' Battell?
And there, like that I am, a Gentleman,
And one that never fear'd the face of danger,
(So in her angry eyes she carried honour)
Fight nobly, and (to end my cares) dye nobly?
Song within.
Silvio go on, and raise thy noble minde
To noble ends; fling course base thoughts behinde:
Silvio, thou Sonne of everliving fame,
Now aime at vertue, and a Noble Name.
Silvio consider, Honour is not wonne,
Nor vertue reach't, till some brave thing be done:
Thy Country calls thee now; she burnes, and bleeds,
Now raise thy self, young man, to noble deeds.
Into the Battell Silvio, there seeke forth
Danger, and blood, by them stands sacred worth.
What heavenly voice is this that followes me?
To noble ends; fling course base thoughts behinde:
Silvio, thou Sonne of everliving fame,
Now aime at vertue, and a Noble Name.
Silvio consider, Honour is not wonne,
Nor vertue reach't, till some brave thing be done:
Thy Country calls thee now; she burnes, and bleeds,
Now raise thy self, young man, to noble deeds.
Into the Battell Silvio, there seeke forth
Danger, and blood, by them stands sacred worth.
This is the second time 't has waited on me,
Since I was arm'd, and ready for the Battell;
It names me often, steeles my heart with courage,
Enter Belvidere deformed.
And in a thousand and sweet noates comforts me;
What Beldom's this? how old she is, and ugly,
Why do's she follow me?
Bel.
Be not dismaid, Son,
I wait upon thee, for thy good, and honour,
'Twas I that now sung to thee, stir'd thy minde up,
And rais'd thy spirits to the pitch of noblenesse.
Sil.
Though she be old, and of a crooked carkasse,
Her voice is like the harmony of Angels.
Bel.
Thou art my darling, all my love dwells on thee
The Son of vertue, therefore I attend thee;
Enquire not what I am, I come to serve thee,
For if thou beest inquisitive, thou hast lost me:
A thousand long miles hence my dwelling is,
Deep in a Cave, where but mine owne, no foot treads,
There by mine Art, I found what danger (Silvio)
And deep distresse of heart, thou wert growne into,
A thousand leagues I have cut through empty aire,
Far swifter then the sayling tack that gallops
Upon the wings of angry winds, to seeke thee.
Sometimes 'ore a swelling tide, on a Dolphins back I ride,
Sometimes passe the earth below, and through the unmoved Center go;
Sometimes in a flame of fire, like a Meteor I aspire,
Sometimes in mine owne shape, thus, when I helpe the vertuous,
Men of honourable minds, command my Art in all his kinds;
Pursue the noble thought of war, from thy Guard ile not be far,
Get thee worship on thy foe, lasting fame is gotten so.
Single Syennas Duke alone, heare thy friends, thy Country grone,
And with thy manly arme strike sure, then thou hast wrought thine owne free cure.
Sil.
Some Sybell sure, some soule heaven loves, and favours.
And lends her their free powers, to worke their wonders?
How she incites my courage?
Bel.
Silvio,
I knew thee many daies a go,
Foresaw thy love to Belvidere, the Duchesse Daughter, and her Heire;
Knew she lov'd thee, and know what past, when you were found i'th Castle fast
In one anothers armes; foresaw the taking of ye, and the Law;
And so thy innocence I loved, the deepest of my skill I proved;
Be rul'd by me, for to this houre I have dwelt about thee with my powre.
Sil.
I will, and in the course of all observe thee,
For thou art sure an Angell good sent to me.
Bel.
Get thee gone then to the fight, longer stay but robs thy right;
When thou grow'st weary ile be neere, then think on beauteous Belvidere,
For every precious thought of her, ile lend thine honour a new spurre;
When all is done, meet here at night; Go and be happy in the fight.
Exit.
Sil.
I certainly believe I shall do nobly,
And that Ile bravely reach at too, or die.
Exeunt.
| VVomen pleas'd | |