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Scæn. 6.
Sephestia, Lamedon, Menaphon.Men.
Heavens! what a sight is here! Such stars appear
But rarely in our Country Hemisphere,
I am so Planet-struck with one short glance,
I neither can retire nor yet advance.
VVhat resolution is of proof against
Such charms as these! Some goddess hath assum'd
An humane shape to tempt us weaker mortals.
Cupid, I cry thee mercie now, although
I were an Atheist unto thee before,
Thou art the Deitie I will adore.—
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Furrow her cheeks with cruel strife
Which shall run fastest, are no sooner dried,
New sighs, like the warm southern wind proclame
A fresh approaching showre. I fear they are
Some passengers late shipwrack't, for I saw,
(When walking by the shore) some floting parts
Of a torn ship, contending with the waves.
Lam.
Courteous shepherd, if distressed persons
Fortune hath rob'd, and the sea favoured
(If it be a favour to live and want)
May crave your aid so far, as to direct
Us to some place may rest our wearied bones,
Our charges shall be paid, and you shall have
For recompence, such blessings as the gods
Use to bestow on hospitable men.
Men.
Strangers, your qualitie I know not, nor
Shall now dispute; but if a country cell
May not too disparage you, here is
Hard by my cottage, and your home.
Seph.
Kind Sir, your courtesie is much beyond
Our merit, and our present hopes below
A suitable return; please you accept
Our thanks, as earnest of that larger debt
Future abilitie may see discharg'd.
Men.
Lady, I have no curious hangings to
Adorn my walls, nor plate to shew my wealth:
Yet do I live content; and you shall find
Such welcome as a cottage can afford.
Lam.
Sir, blame not our wills, but present want, which now
Makes us thus plentiful only in thanks.
Exeunt.
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