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Scene 4.
Enter Alonzo, with a picture in his hand.Alon.
The blasting light'ning darted from the Sky,
Kills not so sure as this transpiercing Eye.
Coward Alonzo! shall thy Courage sinck,
At white and red? a Woman make thee shrinck.
That thing which I despis'd; do I not know,
Beauties like flowr's do fade as fast as grow?
Kills not so sure as this transpiercing Eye.
Coward Alonzo! shall thy Courage sinck,
At white and red? a Woman make thee shrinck.
That thing which I despis'd; do I not know,
Beauties like flowr's do fade as fast as grow?
Why should I love, and think of this? nay more,
That when we have enjoy'd, the passions o're,
And w'are asham'd of that we did adore.
Unruly force of wild desire!—this frame
Is beautiful as she, this face the same,
This I can break, deform it when I please;
Intruding Age, or any weak disease,
Will make her pow'rful charms as soon decline;
Minds oft' are wicked, though the shapes divine.
Folly farewel! this Idle senceless toy,
And all my passion too, thus I destroy—
That when we have enjoy'd, the passions o're,
And w'are asham'd of that we did adore.
Unruly force of wild desire!—this frame
Is beautiful as she, this face the same,
This I can break, deform it when I please;
Intruding Age, or any weak disease,
Will make her pow'rful charms as soon decline;
Minds oft' are wicked, though the shapes divine.
Folly farewel! this Idle senceless toy,
And all my passion too, thus I destroy—
[Alonzo throwes away the Picture, Fenise Enters and takes it up.—
Fen.
What suddain change is this?
Alon.
O happy Fenise! fair Alcinda's thine,
Fly to the Cypress grove, there she'l resign
Her self into thy armes—be ever blest,
I'll seek a grave, while thou enjoy'st thy rest.
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Hate me for ever—
If I seek Joy while you have Discontent.
Alon.
I love your Mistriss Sir! and to prevent
Any unworthy Act, so base a flame
May tempt me to, I'le fly to hide my shame.
Fen.
More unto Friendship, than to Love I ow,
If you unhappy are, I must be so.
You made her mine, when all my hope was gone,
'Tis just you should enjoy what you have won.
Alon.
Let it suffice in Love I yield to you,
Strive not to conquer me in friendship too:
Conceal that tempting Shadow from my sight;
Those that would cure weak Eyes, should fly the Light.
Fen.
Is this the Form you love?
Alon.
No Painters Art,
Could e'r infuse more life in ev'ry part.
Fen.
Fortune is kind, her Blessings to divide,
Both may be happy yet, Both satisfi'd.
'Tis not Alcinda Sir! but may she be
As kind, as fair Alcinda was to me.
Alon.
Who is it then? There was no other by.
Fen.
Let's to the place, and there the difference try.
But stay they are here—
Enter Alcinda, Rosella, Leonella.
Alon.
Two Suns at once in Beauties glorious Sphere,
Denote some change in Loves high State draws near.
Fen.
Pray Heav'n his Tyranny may now decay.
Alon.
In me it shall, I'll die or win the day.
Fen.
Encourag'd by your Goodness, I am come
To meet a Blessing, or receive my Doom.
More to my Love, then my Offence, is due;
My Change was feigned, but my Love is true.
It is the practice of the Pow'rs above,
To pardon Errors, and accept of Love:
Your Beautie's heav'nly, make your Language so:
Will you that pardon which you ask bestow?
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I see the marks of Anger in your Eyes.
Remember Fenise! you did use to wooe,
Despise not Love because 'tis offer'd you.
Will you refuse me then? Where shall I hide?
I blush to ask, but dye to be deny'd.
Fen.
Refuse you Madam! Will a swelling heart
Refuse a Kingdom? Will a Hermit part
With want, and misery? by his remove,
To share the blessed happiness above?
My Soul is so transported with her Bliss,
I fear, it will believe no Heav'n but this.
Rosel.
But Fire that's slowly rais'd, as late decayes.
Alon.
Let common Beauties reign by common wayes:
Too much your Beauty, and my Love you wrong,
Light'ning is sudden, yet no Flame more strong.
Ros.
Powder that swiftly fires, as soon does wast.
Alon.
Yet does the Fire, as long's the Subject last.
So shall my Love, and never know decay,
But in the Grave, where no Affections stay.
That tedious way of Courtship you approve,
Shews much of Patience, and but little Love.
Extremes of Passion, such as Love inspires,
As ill are suffer'd, as devouring fires:
Mine, grown too pow'rful for my narrow Breast,
Presumes already to disturb your Rest.
Fen.
Madam! one charge from you, would make her yield.
Alc.
Love has the Day, but Shame would keep the Field.
Your heart is hers, pray trust me with your hand,
Come Sister! lend me yours, though Hymen's Band
May be more Ceremonious, may this
Endure as long, and be as firm as his.
Now I pronounce you one—
Rosel.
Remember Sister! you compel my Love.
Alc.
The Earth shall vanish, e're my Faith remove.
Rosel.
With equal joy I meet your noble flame,
I will be ever yours—Pray hide my shame.
Alon.
That lovely blush, looks like the Ev'ning Air,
Whose Scarlet-dye proclaims the next day fair:
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For here begins my bliss, and ends my fear.
With purer Zeal a Heathen never paid
Vows to his Idol, for supposed Aid,
Then I present my Heart, a Gift too low
To speak the Service I will ever owe.
Fen.
Ladies! Since we are Conquerors thus far,
The great Affairs of Love, as those of War,
Call for Advice to make the Conquest good.
Alon.
That from our Leaders must be understood.
Command us Ladies! We will execute.
Ros.
This place is most unfit for such dispute.
Alc.
No Treaty will be heard, to think of that
Will be in vain, the Foe is obstinate.
Alon.
Now let us lead you off a glorious Prize,
Why should we trust our fatal Destinies?
Rosel.
Brave Enemies! you shall command our Lives,
But hasty resolution seldom thrives.
Alon.
My lovely Mistriss! where all Beauties dwell,
True honour of your worthy—Sex, farewel!
[Exeunt several wayes.
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