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Scena 6.

Enter Gald in a Shepheards habit, and Bluso the Magician.
Gald.
Deare Bluso, thus farre haue my weary steps,
Through passages, as craggy as the Alpes,
Silent and vnknowne wayes, as intricate,
As are the windings of a Laborynth,
Search't out the vncouth Cell of thy abode.
The Romane hoste haue seizd my beautious wife,
And with the rude and ruggy hand of force,
As Paris kept bright Hellen from the Greekes,
Denying ransome, more like Canibals
Then honourable Romanes, keepe her still.
And neuer more shall Gald inioy the sight
Of his soules flourishing obiect, till thy skill,
Exceeding humane possibilities,
Worke her inlargement, and my happinesse.

Bluso.
Fayre Prince, I were ingratefull vnto him,
That next to heauen, preserued, and gaue me life:
And more, by solemne othe I am obliged,
In forfet of my soule, and hope of blisse,
To vse the skill I haue, to vertuous ends;
Amongst the which, this is the capitall.
Then doubt not, Prince, but ere this night be spent,
She shall be free, and you shall rest content.

Gald.
Thanks, learned Bluso, this thy courtesie
Hath bound Prince Gald, in endles bonds of loue,
To thee, and to thy art. Now stretch thy spels,
And make the winds obey thy fearefull Charmes.
Strike all the Romanes with amazing terrour
At our approches: let them know,
That hell's broke loose, and Furies rage below.