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The ARGUMENT.

That last sad Night, the rigid Law did give
The late repriev'd Argalia leave to live;
Was now wrapt in her own obscurity,
Stoln from the Stage of Time, when light got free
From his Nocturnall Prison summons all
Almanzors Friends, to see the long'd for fall
Oth' envied stranger, whose last hour was now
So neer arriv'd, faint hope could not allow
So much of comfort to his powerfulst friend,
As told her fears, she longer might suspend
His fatall doom. Mournful Attendants on
That serene Sufferer, all his friends are gon
Unto the sable Scaffold that's ordain'd
By the decree of Justice to be stain'd
With guiltless blood, all sunk in grief, but she
Whom by inevitable destiny,
Doom'd him to death, most deep. Dul sorrow raigns
In her triumphant, sad and alone remains
She in a Room, whose Windows prospect led
Her Eye to th' Scaffold, whither from the Bed
Where sorrow first had cast her, she did oft
Repair to see him, but her passions soft
Temper soon melting into Tears, denies
Her Soul a passage through o're-flowing Eyes.
Often she would in vain expostulate
With those (two subtile) Sophisters that Sate
Cloath'd in the Robes of Fancy, but they still
Ore-threw her weaker Arguments, and fill
Her Breast with Love and Wonder, passion gave
Such fierce Assaults, no Virgin Vow could save
Her Hearts surrender, she must love, and loose
In one sad hour, thus grief doth oft infuse
Those bitter Pills, where hidden poyson dwell,
In the smooth pleasures of sweet Oximel.

Argalias friends that did this minute use,
As if the last of mortal enterviews
Had now reverst their eyes, expecting nought
But that stroaks fall, whose fatall speed had brought
Him to eternal rest; when by a loud
And busie tumult, as if death grown proud
Expected triumphs, to divert their sight,
They from the Scaffolds lofty station might
Within the reach of an exalted Voice,
Behold a Troop, who as the Leaders choice
Confin'd to straight necessity, had there
Inrold all Commers, if of strength to bear
Offensive Armes, did first appear to be
Some tumult drest in the variety
Of suddain rage, for here come headlong in
A heard of Clowns, armd as they then had been
From labour cal'd, near them (wel orderd rite)
(As greatness strove no longer to divide
Societies, (some Youths, brave as they had
Been in the spoils of conquerd Nations clad.

This sudden Object, first obstructing all
Their Courts proceedings, prompts their doubts to call
Their absent Prince, who being too wise for fears
Uncertain fixions, with such speed appears,
As checks the tumult, when, to tel them who
Had from their homes the frighted people drew,
Ith' Van of a wel-orderd Troop rides forth
Lov'd Aminander, whose unquestiond worth,
That strong Attractive of the peoples love,
Exspung'd suspition; whilst his Troops did move
With a commanded slowness to inform,
Th' expecting Prince, from whence this suddain storm
Contracted Clouds, he to his view presents
Andremons Friends, whose looks the sad contents
Of sorrow, with a silent Oratory,
Begs pity; whilst, he thus relates their story.

That we (great Prince) we, whom a loyal fear
To strict obedience prompts, dare thus appear
Before your sacred Person, were a sin
Mercy would blush to own, had we not been
Forc'd to offensive Armes, by such a Cause
As tore the Scepter, regulated Laws,
Forth of your royal hand, to vindicate
This suffering stranger, whom a subtle hate,
Not solemn Law, pursu'd. I here have brought
Such Witnesses as have their knowledge bought,
At the expence of all their joy, whom I
Found so confin'd, as if their misery
Were in their houses sepulcherd, a sad
And general sorrow in one Dress had clad
So many, that their only sight did prove
Lost Vertue caus'd such universal love

To free this noble Youth, whose Valour lent
A late protection to this Innocent,
But injur'd, Maid, they (unconstraind) had here
Implor'd your Aide, had not too just a fear
Caus'd from some Troops, raisd by a wrong'd pretence
Of your Commands checkt their intelligence,
With such illegal violence, that I
Had shar'd their sufferings, if not rescu'd by
These following Friends, whose rude Conjunction shews
It was no studied plot did first compose
So loose a body; but, least it appear
In me like envy, should I strive to clear
This doubtful story, here are those (with that)
Cals forth Andremons Friends, instructed at
The dearest price, which by discovering truth,
Will not alone rescue this noble Youth,
From falling ruine; but least he retreat
Into rebellion, force before this seat,
A man whose power, the people thought had bin
To punish Vice, not propagate a sin.

Having thus far past toward discovery, here
The grave Lord ceast, and that truth might appear,
From its first fair Original, to her
(Whose Vertue Heavens affected Messenger)
Commands Attention, the more horrid part
Of his relation leaves: And here vain Art
Took on, and envy, to behold how far
Thy strickt Rules (which our Youths Afflictions are)
Nature transcends, in a Discourse which she,
With all the Flowers of Virgin modesty,
Not Weeds of Rhetorick strew'd; to hear her miss,
Or put a blush for a Parenthesis,
In the relating that uncivil strife,
Which her sad Subject was, so near the life,
Limbs lovely Vertue, that that Copy whence,
Art took those Graces, she doth since dispence
To th' best of women, fair Pharonnida,
Taught by that sympathy, which first did draw
Those lovely Transcripts of her self, although
Varied as much as humble Flowers that grow,
Dispiers'd in shady Desarts, are from those
That nice Art in enameld Gardens shews,
Yet like bright Planets, which communicate
To Earth their Influence, from exalted state,
She now descends, to cherish Vertue in
Those lovely Nimphs, whose Beauties though they'd bin
Yet in the Country clouded from Report,
Soon grow the praise, or envy of the Court.

Imboldned by that gracious favour shewn
To these fair Nymphs, to prosecute their own
Most just Complaints, Andremons wretched friends,
With prayers perceive that Mercy which descends
O're all their sufferings, on th' expanded Wings
Of noble pitty, whose fair hand first brings
Argalia from the sable Scaffold, to
Meet those Rewards to his high Merits due,
Not only in what deaths dark progress staies,
But Life's best joy, an universal praise
Aquir'd from just desert: Next she applies
Her self to those poor burthend Souls, whose Eyes
Look (even on Comforts) through their tears, the dead
Andremons Mourners, whose lost Joy though fled
For ever from those wintring Regions, yet
As much receiv'd as sorrow would permit,
Souls so opprest, the splendid Court they leave,
With thankful prayers; And now, cal'd to receive
His sins reward Almanzor is, whose shame
Its black Attendant, when by his hated Name
He'd oft been summond, prompts him to deny
That legal Call, which being an Act too high
For a depending power to patronize,
To shun feard Justice publick doom, he flies
His Princes Mandates, an affront that sent
Him to's desert, perpetual banishment.

This Comet lost in clouds of Infamy,
The Court which had too long been burthend by
His injur'd power, with praises entertain
Impartial Justice, whilst to call again
Those pleasures which had in this interval
Of Law been lost, the Prince convening all,
That shar'd those sufferings, as the Center whence
Joy spread it self, to th' Courts circumference,
Crowns all their wishes, which by that bright Star
In Honours Sphear, th' auspitious Princes are
Exalted to their highest Orbs; her Love
Unto Argalia, though it yet must move,
As an unnoted Constellation, here
Begins its Eræ, which that might appear
Without suspition, she disguises in
The publick joy, which 'mongst those that had bin
His serious Mourners to participate
That kind Epicote, who first taught his Fate,
The way to Glory comes, to whom he now
Was on those Knees Merit had taught to bow,
With as much humble reverence, as if all
The Waights of Nature made those burthens fall
A Sacrifice to Love, fixt to implore
Its constant Progress, but he needs no more
For confirmation, since his Friend could move
But the like joy, where Nature taught to love.

Passions encounter, which too high to last,
Into a calm of thankful prayers being past
The Prince from the Calabrian seeks to know
By what collateral streams he came to owe
Such love unto a stranger, one that stood
Remov'd from him ith' Magnetisme of blood;
Whom thus the Lord resolves, When blooming in
The pride of Youth, whose varied Sceans did win
Time on the Morning of my dayes, a while
To tast the pleasures of a Summers Smile,
I left the Courts tumulteous noise, and spent
Some happy time, blest with retir'd content,
In the calm Country, where Arts curious hand,
As Center to a spatious Round of Land,
Had plac'd a Palace, in whose lovely Dress,
The City might admire the Wilderness,

Yet though that ill Civility was in
Her marble Circle; Natures hand had bin
As liberall to the neighbouring Fields, and dect
Each rural Nimph as gaudy, til neglect,
Or slovenly Necessity had drawn
Her Canvass Furroughs o're their Vails of Lawn:

Near this fair Seat, fring'd with an ancient Wood,
A fertile Valley lay, where scatter'd stood
Some homely Cottages, the happy Seats
Of labouring Swains, whose careful Toil compleats
Their wishes in obtaining so much Wealth,
To conquer dire Necessity; firm health,
Calm thoughts, sound sleeps, unstarted innocence,
Softn'd their Beds, and when rouz'd up from thence,
Suppl'd their Limbs for Labour; amongst these,
My lov'd Argalia, for till Fate shall please,
His dim Stars to uncurtain, and salute
His better Fortune, with each Attribute,
Due to a nobler Birth, his Name must be
Contracted unto that Stenography,
Life's Sceans began, amongst his Fellows that
There first drew breath, being true Heirs to what
Whilst all his Stars were retrograde, and dim,
Unlucky Fortune, but adopted him;

Whilst there residing, I had oft beheld
The active Boy, whose Childhoods Bud exceld
More ful blown Youths, gleaning the scatterd Locks
Of new-shorn Fields, amongst the half-clad Flocks,
Of their unripe, but healthful Issue, by
Which Labour tir'd, sometimes I see them try
The strength of their scarce twisted Limbs, and run
A short breathd Course, whose swift contention done,
And he (as in each other active sport)
With Vict'ry crownd, they make their next resort
To th' Springs cheap Bounties; but, what did of all
His first Attempts, did give the powerful call,
Both to my Love and Wonder was, what chanc'd
From one rare Act: the Morning had advanc'd
Her tempting Beauties to assure success
To these young Huntsmen, who with Labour less
Made by the pleasure of their Journey had
The Forest reacht, where with their Limbs unclad
For the pursuit, they follow Beasts that might
Abroad be recreation, and when Night
Summond them home, the welcomest supply
Both to their own, and Parents quality.

An angry Boar, chast with a Mornings chase,
And now near spent, was come so neer the place,
Where (though secur'd) on the stupendious height
Of a vast Rock they stood, that now no flight
Could promise safety, that wild rage which sent
Him from the Dogs, his following Foes, is spent
In the pursuit of them, which (to my grief,
Had sufferd ere we could have lent relief,
Had not Argalia, even when danger drew
So near as death, turnd on the Beast, and threw
His happy Javelin, whose wel guided aime,
Although success it knew not how to claime,
From strength, yet is so much assisted by
Fortune, that what before had scornd to dy,
By all our power, when contending in
Nice Art, the honour of that day to win
To him alone, fals by that feeble stroke,
From all his speed; which seen, he, to provoke
His hastier death, seconds those wounds, which in
Their safety are, by those with terrour seen,
That had escapt the danger, and even by
Us that pursu'd with such amaze, that I
Who had before observ'd those Rays of worth,
Obscur'd in clouds, here let my love break forth
In useful Action, such, as from that low
Condition brought him, where I might bestow
On him what Art requir'd, to perfect that
Rare piece of Nature, which we wonderd at,

From those whom I ('mongst others) thought to be
Such whose Affection, the proximity
Of Nature claimd, with a regret that shewd,
Their poverty unwillingly bestowd
So lov'd a Jewel, had procur'd the Youth,
His Foster Father, loath to wave a truth,
That in the progress of his Fate might be
Of high account, discovers unto me
The worlds mistake concerning him, and thus
Relate his story, He was brought to us,
(Quoth the good man) some ten years since, by two
VVho (could men be discoverd to the view
Of knowledge by their Habits) seemd but such
As Fortunes narrow hand had gave not much
More then Necessity requires to be,
Injoyd of every man, whom Life makes free
Of Natures City; though their bounty shewed,
To our dim judgments, that they only owed
Mischance for those course Habits, which disguiz'd,
What once the World at higher rates had priz'd,

Ith' worst extream of time, about the birth
Oth' fluggish Morning, when the crusted earth
Was tinsel'd o're with Frost, and each Sprig clad
With Winters Wool, I whom cross Fortune had
Destin'd to early Labours, being abroad,
Met two benighted men, far from the Road,
Wandring alone, no skilful Guide their way
Directing in that Infancy of day;
But the faint beams of glimmering Candles, that
Shon from our lovely Cottage-Windows, at
Which Marks they steerd their Course; one of them bore
This Boy, an Infant then, which knew no more
Then Natures untrod pathes. These having spi'd
Me through the Mornings Mists, glad of a Guide,
Though to a place, whose superficial view,
Lent smal hopes of relief, went with me to
Mine own poor home, where with such course cheap Fare,
As must content us, that but eat to bear
The burthens of a Life refresht, they take
A short repose, then being to forsake
Their new-found Hoast, desire with us to leave
The Child, til time should some few daies bereave
Of the Habiliments of Light. We stood
Not long to parl, but willing to do good
To strangers so distrest, were never by
Our poverty once tempted to deny.

My wife (being then a Nurse) upon her takes
The pretty Charge, and with our own Son makes
Him Fellow-commoner at the ful Brest,
And Partner of the Cradles quiet rest.
Now to depart, one that did seem to have
The nearst relation to the Infant, gave
Him first this Jewel (at which word they shewed
One which upon Argalia was bestowed
By those that left him) then that we might be
Not straightned by our former poverty;
Leave us some Gold, by which we since have bin
Enabl'd to maintain him, though not in
That Equipage, which we presume unto
His birth (although to us unknown) is due.
This done, with Eyes that lost their light in Tears,
They take their leaves, since when, those daies to years
Are grown, in which we did again expect
They should return; but whether be neglect
Or else impossibility detain
Them from his sight, our care hath sought in vain.

Having thus plainly heard as much as Fate
Had yet of him discoverd, I, that late
Desir'd him for his own, now for the sake
Of's Friends (what ere they were) resolv'd to take
Him from that barren rudeness, and transplant
So choice a Slip, where he might know no want
Of Education; with some labour, I
Having obtaind him, til virility,
Rendred him fit for nobler Action, stayed
Him alwaies with me, when, my Love obayed
His Reason, and, then in the quest of what
Confin'd Domesticks do but stumble at
Exotick knowledge, with this noble Youth,
To whom his Love grew linckt, like spotless truth,
To perfect Vertue, sent him to pursue
His wisht design, from whence this interview,
First took its fatal Rise, and here the Lord
That a more ful discov'ry might afford
Them yet more wonder, shews the Jewel to
Sparta's pleas'd Prince, at whoes most serious view,
The skilfulst Lapidaries judging it,
Both for its worth and beauty only fit
To sparkle in the glorious Cabinet
Of some great Queen, such value on it set,
That all conclude the honour on't must be,
Some falling Star ith' Night of Royaltie,
From Honours sphear, the Glories of a Crown,
To vaunt (the center of our Fears) dropt down.

And now the Court, whose brightest splendor in
These fatal Changes, long eclips'd had been,
Resumes its luster, wich to elevate,
With all the pleasures of a prosperous state,
For that contracted span of time design'd,
For th' Princes stay, Fancies are wrackt to find
New forms of Mirth, such, whose Invention might
Inform the Ear, whilst they the Eye delight.
All which, whilst to the less concernd they lent
A flux of joy, yet lost their first intent,
To please the Princess, who from mirth did move
Excentrical, since first iuflam'd with Love,
Which did soon from Fancies Embrion grow,
A large limbd Tyrant, when prepard to go,
She sees Argalia, who engag'd t' attend
Th' Embassadors, here soon had put an end
To what, even from, those unto Love unkind,
Must now force tears ere it a period find.

That time expir'd, ordaind to terminate
Her Fathers stay, and so that splendid state,
That yet adornd the Princess Court, to shew,
How much he did for's Frontiers safety ow,
Unto those moving Cittadels, a Fleet
His Mandates cals each Squadron for to meet
Within Lepanto, in whose harborous Lay,
Those Ships that were ordaind for a Convay
To the Calabrians Messengers, who now
With all that Love, or Honour could allow
To noble strangers, being attended by
The brightest Glorys of two Courts, draw nigh
A royal Fleet, whose glittering streamers lent
Dul Waves the beauties of a Firmament:
Amongst which numbers, one, too stately far
For rough Encounters of defacing War,
VVhose gilded Masts their crimson Sails had spread
In silken Flakes, advanc'd her stately head,
High as where Clouds condense, where a Light stands,
Took for a Comet by far distant Lands,
For Cabbins where th' imprisond Passenger
VVants Aire to breath, she's stor'd with Rooms that were
So fair without, and yet so large within,
A Persian Sophy might have reveld in
Their spatious bulks. To this Molarchus, he
VVhom greatness joynd to known Ability,
Had made Sicillia's Admiral, invights
The Royal Train, where with what ere delights,
(Although Invention all her stock had spent)
Could be upon that liquid Element,
Prepard their welcome, whilst at every Bowl
A Health inters, the ful-mouthd Cannons trowl
A Peal of Thunder, which in white Waves drownd
The softer Trumpets do their Dirges sound.

Now in the ful Carier of Mirth, whilst all
Their thoughts in Perpendiculars did fall
From Honours Zenith; none incurvated
With common Cares, Parents that might have bred
A sly suspition, whilst neglective Mirth
Keeps all within from their deep bed of Earth:
Molarchus hoist his Anchors, whilst that all
The rest lay stil, expecting when his call
Commands their Service, but when they beheld,
His spread Sails with a nimble Gale were sweld:
An opprest Slave, which lay at rest before,
Was with stretcht Limbs tugging his Finny ore;
Conceiving it but done, to shew the Prince
That Gallies swiftness, let that thought convince
Fears weak suggestions, and invited by
Their tempting Mirth, stil safe at Anchor ly.

But now, when they not only saw the Night
Draw sadly on, but what did more afright
Their loyal Souls, the distant Vessel by
Doubling a Cape loft to the sharpest Ey,
For hateful treason, taxing their mistake,
With Anchors cut, and Sails spread wide they make
The lasht Waves roar, whilst those inclos'd within
The Gally, by her unknown speed had bin
Far more deceived, being so far conveyed,
Ere care arrives to tel them they'r betrayed
Through Mirths neglective Guards, who now in hast
With anger rais'd, in vain those flames did waft
In wild Attempts, to force a passage to
The open Decks, whither, before withdrew
Molarchus was, who now prepar'd to give
That treason birth, whose hated Name must live
In bloody Lines of Infamy, before
They could expect it, opening wide the door
That led them forth, the noble Captives fly
To seek revenge, but being encounterd by
An Armed Crew, so fierce a fight begin,
That Nights black Mantle nere vvas lin'd vvithin,
With ought more horrid; in which bloody Fray,
The subtle Traytor valiant to betray,
Though Abject else unnoted, seising on
Th' unguarded Princess from their rage is gone,
Through Nights black Mask, with that rich Prize into
A Boat that plac'd, for that design was drew
Near to the Gally, whose best Wealth being now
Thus made their own, no more they study how
To save the rest, all which for death design'd,
The conquer'd Rebels soon their safety find,
From other Boats, but first, that all but she,
Oth' royal train secur'd by death might be,
So large a Leak in the brave Vessel make,
That thence her Womb soon too much waight did take
For her vast bulk to weild, which sinking now,
No safety to her royal Guests allow.

The Ship thus lost, and now no Throne but Waves,
Left the Sicilian Prince, just Heaven thus saves
His sacred Person, amongst those that sought
For timely safety, nimble strength had brought
Argalia, and his following Friend so near,
One of the Boats, in which (secur'd from fear)
The Rebels saild, that now they both had took
A Hold so sure, that though their Foes forsook
Their Oars to hinder't, spite of all their force,
Argalia enters, which a sad divorce
From Life, as he by strength attempts to rise,
From falling wounds, unhappily denies
The valiant Aphron, who by death betrayd
From time, and strength, had now left none to ayd
His Friend, but those attending Vertues, that
Ne're more then now, for th' world to wonder at,
Brave Trophies built; with such a suddain rage,
As all his Foes did to defence engage,
Those bolder Souls that durst resist, he had
From their disorderd Robes of flesh unclad,
VVhich horrid sight froc'd the more feareful to
Such swift submission, that ere fear out-grew
His hope, assisted by that strength which bought
Their Lives reprieve, their Oars reverst had brought
Him back to th' place, in which the guilty flood,
VVas staind with fair Sicillias noblest blood.

Assisted by those silver streams of Light,
The ful fac'd Moon shot through the swarthy Night,
On the smooth Sea, he first his course directs,
Toward one, whose Robes studded with Jems, reflects
Those feeble Rays, like new faln Stars, he there
Finds Sparta's Prince, then sinking from the sphear
Of mortall greatness in the boundless deep,
To calm Lifes cares in an eternall sleep,
From unexpected death, the Graves most grim
And ghastly Tyrant, having rescued him
With as much speed, as griefs distractions joynd
To Nights confusion, could give leave to find
More Friends before that all were swallowd by
The Sea he hasts, when being by chance brought nigh
Dead Aphrons Father, to be Partner in
Their carer, who as they only sav'd had bin
To mourn the rest, he from the rude Sea saves
Him, to be drownd in sorrows sable Waves.

Now in the Quest of that deserving Lord,
Whose goodness did to's Infancy afford,
Lifes best of Comforts, Education, he
To bawk that needless diligence might see,
At one large draught the wide Waves swallow all,
Who vainly did till that sad minute call
To Heaven for help, which dismal sight beheld
By those that sav'd by accident, expeld
Their own just fears, for them to entertain,
As just a grief, their needful time in vain
They spend, no longer in their search, but though
Unweildy grief, yet made their motion slow,
Hast from that horrid place, where each must leave
Such valued friends; numbers that did receive
Their blood descended to Nobility,
From th' royal Spring, here the griev'd Prince might see
Interd ith' Ocean the Epirote Lord,
His late found Son, whom Love could scarce afford
A minutes absence; nor's Argalia less
Ingag'd to grief to leave, whom the distress
Of's Youth reliev'd, but what from each of these
Borrowed some streams of sorrow to apease,
A grief which since so many Floods hath cost,
The noble Aminander here was lost.

Rowed with such speed, as their desire joynd to
That fear which from the conquerd Rebels drew
A swift obedience, being conducted by
A friendly Light, their Boat is now drawn nigh
A rocky Island, in whose Harbour they
Found where the Boat that had out-sayld them lay,
Drawn neer the shoar, but all the Passengers
Being gone, the sight of that alone confers
No other comfort, then t' inform them that
The ravisht Princess had been landed at
That Port, which by their Saylers they are told
Belongs unto a Castle, kept to hold
That Island, though but one unnoted Town,
To th' scarce known Laws of the Sicillian Crown.

This heard by th' Prince, who formerly had known
That Castles strength being vext (although his own)
That now 'twas such, leaving the Vessel they
Protected by Nights heaviest shades, convey
Themselves into a neighbouring Cottage, where
The Prince, who now externally did bear
No forms of greatness, left to his repose,
Argalia whilst Nights shadows yet did close
Discovering Eyes, hast back to th' Harbour, whence
To give the royal Fleet Intelligence,
Oth' Kings distress, he sends forth all but One,
Whose stoutness had best made his Valour known,
Of those which conquerd by his Sword, are now
By bounty made too much his own, t' allow
Even slight suspition room; This being done,
That Valour though with Love 'twere wingd, might run
On no rash Precipice, assisted by
That skilful Sea-man, from some Ships that ly
Neglected, 'cause by time decayed, he takes
So much oth' Tackling, as of that he makes
Ladders of length, sufficient to ascend
The Castle Wals, which having to defend
Them nought but slave security, is done
With so much ease, that what's so wel begun,
They boldly second, and first entering in
A Tower, which had by th' prudent Founder bin
Built to command the Havens Mouth, which lay
Too low for th' Castle, where when come, all they
Found to resist, is one poor Centry bound,
In sleep, which soon by death is made more sound.

To lodge the Prince in that safe place, before
His active valour yet attempted more:
The Gates secur'd that led to th' Castle, he
Protected by that Nights obscuritie,
By a conceald smal Salliport is to
Its strength soon brought; when now prepard to view
More dreadful dangers, in such habit clad,
As by the out-Guards easie Error had
Soon as a Soldier gave him entrance, come
To th' Hall he is, there being informd by some,
Oth' drousie Guards, where his pretended speed
Might find Molarchus, to perform a deed,
That future Ages, if that Honours fire
Lose not its light, shal worthily admire
His Valours hast; within a room whose pride,
Of Art (though great) was far more glorifi'd,
By that bright Luster, the Spectators saw
Through Sorrows Clouds in fair Pharonnida,
He finds the impious Villain heightend in
His late success, to such rude acts of sin,
That servile baseness, the low distance whence
He us'd to look, grew sawcy Impudence.

Inflam'd Argalia, who at once beholds
Objects to which the Sould inlarg'd, unfolds
Its passions in the various Characters
Of Love and Anger, now no more defers
The execution of his rage, but in
So swift a death, as if his hand had been
Guided by Lightning, to Molarchus sent
His Lifes discharge, which with astonishment,
Great, as if by their evil Angels, all
Their sins had been displayed, did wildly fall
Upon his Followers, whom ere hast could save,
Or strength resist, Argalia's Sword had gave
Such sudden deaths, that whilst Amazements reignd,
Ere all he from the heedless tumult gaind,
That glorious Prize, the royal Lady, who
In all assaults of fears, not lost unto
Her own clear Judgment, as a blessing sent
From Heaven, whilst her base Foes Confusion lent
That Action safety, follows that brave Friend,
Whose Sword redeemd her, till her Journeys end
Through threatning dangers, brought her to that place,
Where with such passion, as kind Wives embrace
Husbands returnd from bondage, she is by
Her Father welcom'd into liberty.

Thus rescu'd, whilst exalted tumours sweld
To such Confusion, as from sense expeld
Reasons safe Conduct, whilst each Soldier leaves
His former Charge, fears pale disease receives
This Paroxisme; the Fleet, which yet had in
A doubtful Quest of their surpriz'd Prince bin
Directed hither with the new-born day,
Their streamers round the Cittadel display,
Which seen by them, that being deluded by
The dead Molarchus, to his treachery,
Had joynd their strength, guilt, the Original
Of shame, did to defend the plat-form Call
Their bold endeavour, but, when fidning it
Too strongly man'd for undermineing wit,
Or open strength to force, dispairing to
Be long secure, prompted by fear they threw
Themselves on Mercy, which calm Grace among
Heavens other blessings, whilst it leads along,
The Prince toward Victory made his Conquest seen,
Such as came not to punish, but redeem.