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SCEN. IV.
PERPENNA.Perp.
I grow in love with mischief; and the Gods,
Envying like me, consent unto his fall.
If there's a Fury greater than I feel,
A subtil Dæmon that I have not sought;
Let him expand his wings, and habit here.
Dull Fools they were that sought eternal Fame
By deeds not worthy naming: He that fir'd
Diana's Temple; or that stupid Ass
Who headlong fell in flaming Ætna's womb,
In hopes to cheat the Vulgar, lost himself.
I mount a Sphere above 'em. As, in Hell,
The lesser Fiends are Slaves unto their Lord,
And band the fiery Surges to his will:
So I, on Earth, would with this arm controul;
And, if the disobedient Clods rebell'd,
Find the Connexion of the Globes above,
And with this Sword divide the mighty tye,
That headlong with its weight it sunk to Hell,
And made the Furies groan beneath its Orb;
While, from the Region of the Sky, I saw
Its mighty dissolution, unconcern'd.
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