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Scene II.

Karol. Douce, to them Aeglamour.
Kar.
Sure, you are very like her! I conceiv'd
You had been shee, seeing you run afore mee:
For such a suite shee made her 'gainst this Feast;
In all resemblance, or the verie same;
I saw her in it; had shee liv'd t'enjoy it
Shee had been there an acceptable Guest
To Marian, and the gentle Robin-hood,
Who are the Crowne, and Ghirland of the Wood.

Dou.
I cannot tell: my Mother gave it mee,
And bad mee weare it.

Kar.
Who, the wise good Woman?
Old Maud. of Pappelwicke?

Dou.
Yes, this sullen Man.
I cannot like him. I must take my leave

Aeglamour enters, and Douce goes out.
Aeg.
What said shee to you?

Kar.
Who?

Aegl.
Earine,
I saw her talking with you, or her Ghost;
For shee indeed is drown'd in old Trents bottome.
Did shee not tell who would ha' pull'd her in?
And had her Maiden-head upon the place?
The rivers brim, the margin of the Flood?
No ground is holie enough, (you know my meaning)
Lust is committed in Kings Palaces,
And yet their Majesties not violated!
No words!

Car.
How sad, and wild his thoughts are! gone?

Aeglamour goes out, but comes in againe.
Aeg.
But shee, as chaste, as was her name, Earine,
Dy'd underflowr'd: and now her sweet soule hovers,
Here, in the Aire, above us; and doth haste
To get up to the Moone, and Mercury;
And whisper Venus in her Orbe; then spring
Up to old Saturne, and come downe by Mars,
Consulting Jupiter; and seate her selfe
Just in the midst with Phœbus; tempring all
The jarring Spheeres, and giving to the World
Againe, his first and tunefull planetting!
O' what an age will here be of new concords!
Delightfull harmonie! to rock old Sages,
Twice infants, in the Cradle o' Speculation,
He goes out againe, but returnes as soone as before.
And throw a silence upon all the creatures!

Kar.
A Cogitation of the highest rapture!

Aegl.
The loudest Seas, and most enraged Windes
Shall lose their clangor; Tempest shall grow hoarse;
Loud Thunder dumbe; and every speece of storme
Laid in the lap of listning Nature, husht;
To heare the changed chime of this eighth spheere!
Take tent, and harken for it, loose it not.

Aeglamour departs.