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Scen. 10.

Enter Philaritus and Lariscus.
Phil.
Tis strange these woods should be inhabited
With store of Satyrs, yet we finde none of
Their horrid Cells. There's no place that has scap't
Our narrow search, though the sulphurious earth
Hath breath'd forth all its ills, and hung its fogs
To dark the Ayre, yet have we venturd through
Their loathsome smells, to finde a Satyrs cave,
But they are hid; some intelligencing
Devil has told their sudden Fate, and help'd
Them to some ayerie wings.

Lar.
Curse light on them!
Had we bin of the femal sex, they wo'd
Have shew'd themselves.

Phil.
Right.

Lar.
But now they fly us.

Phil.
Yet the lightnesse of

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Their heels shan't free them from a dreadfull Fate:
We fall like lightning on their heads, and scorne
To welcome rest, untill our spears have bath'd
Their steely poynts within their murderous souls.

Lar.
I like thy resolution well.

Phil.
Who's here?
Enter Coridon.
Coridon the newes with thee?

Cor.
This will declare my coming.

He gives him a letter.
Phil.
I wonder that my Father writes to me.

Lar.
Read and perhaps thou wilt not wonder.

Philaritus,

Since thou art charm'd with Arismena's beauty, and
accounts nothing cordiall but her love; I cannot choose
but praise thy constancy, and wish to see thee incircled in
Arismena's armes; Her Father hopes as much, who with
me expects your present coming to my house.

Your Father Cleobulus.


Phil.
This Phisick comes too late, this kindnesse should
Have blest your Sou before, read, read Lariscus
And tell me if my Fathers love be timely,
O my accursed Stars, by whose black influence
My Fate is poyson'd thus, that I could reach you
To be aveng'd upon your golden heads,
Which I would pluck from heaven, and bury in
The earth, never to shine againe.

Lar.
Let me perswade in this extream to go
And let me wait upon you to your Father,
He 's powerfull and may at his command
Raise men enough to ransack all the woods
And finde the caves where dwell these horrid Satyrs
Whom we will torture for the Rape committed,

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As they shall wish themselves in Hell to be:
Rid of our punishment: we must be active,
And live to be reveng'd, not sigh away
Our spirits thus.

Phil.
Thou dost advise me well,
This may assist us to performe our duty
To our abused faire ones, and revenge
Their staine in part, but sure nothing can be
Enough to recompence their cruelty.