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ACT IV.

SCENE I.

Adraste, Lucasia, Malthora, Florina, Eumela, Cosmeta, Pandena, Rhodia, Machessa, sate as at Parliament.
Adr.
My Lady Martiall, and the rest Mercuriall,
Woman's the Gem of Heaven, in which Nature
Hath carv'd the Universe in less Characters;
A Peece of such Invention, and such Art,
That, where as in one common lazy Mold
Made for dispatch, she casts, and thrusts out Men,
As some things done in haste, she may be said
To build, and send forth us; yet (howsoeve
It comes about) in all foretimes and Ages
Councels and Senats have excluded us,
Thinking us like those finer Wits, which spin
Themselves into such subt'le Fancies, that
They are too Curious to be employ'd,
Being as far from Service, as from Grossness:
But this hath been from Errour, not from Tryall:
Grant me their Composition stronger, grant me
Their Bodie's ruder, and more fit for Wars,
Which some yet here do happily contradict,
I cannot yet conceive, why this should bind us
To be their Slaves; our Souls are Male, as theirs.
That we have hitherto forborn t' assume
And manage Thrones, that hitherto we have not
Challeng'd a Soverainty in Arts, and Arms,
And writ our selves Imperiall, hath been
Mens Tyranny, and our Modesty. Being then
Nature did mean us Soveraigns, but cross Fate
(Envious of her, willing that nothing should
Be perfect upon Earth) still kept us under;
Let us, i'th'name of Honour, rise unto
The pitch of our Creation. Now's the time;
The best and ablest men are absent, those
That are left here behind are either Fooles,
Or Wise men overgrown, which is all one.
Assert your selves into your Liberty then,
Stand firm, and high, put these good Resolutions
Forth into Action: then, in spight of Fate,
A Female Hand shall turn the Wheel of State.

Om.
Inspir'd Adraste!

Om.
Most divine Adraste!

Adr.
If that you relish this let Mistris Speaker
On to the rest.

Om.
On, on, on, on, on, on!

Eum.
Most Willing, most Agreeing, most Potent,
And most free Ladies, &c.—
'Tis fit all things should be reduc'd unto
Their Primeve Institution, and first Head;
Woman was then as much as Man, those Stones
Which Pyrrha cast, made as fair Creatures as
Deucalion's did: that his should be set up
Carv'd, and Ador'd, but hers kept down, and trampled,
Came from an ancient Injury; what Oracle, and
What voice from Heaven commanded that?

Cos.
Most true!
Observe that Ladies.

Pan.
Sibyl's Leaf by Juno!

Eum.
He that saies Woman is not fit for Policy,
Doth give the Lie to Art; for what man hath
More sorts of Looks? more Faces? who puts on
More severall Colours? Men, compar'd in this,
Are only Dough bak'd Women; not as once
Maliciously one call'd us Dough-bak'd Men.

Cos.
'Tis no single
Voice; the whole Sex speaks in her.

Eum.
Some few yet
Do speak against our Passions, but with greater;
Rail at our Lightness, but 'tis out of Humour;
Rather Disease than Reason; they being such
As wipe off what they spit. For Heav'n forbid
That any should vouchsafe to speak against us
But rough Philosophers, and rude Divines,
And such like dull Professions. But wee'l now
Shew them our Passions are our Reasons Edge,
And that, which they call Lightness, only is
An Art to turn our selves to severall Points.
Time, Place, Minds, People, all things now concur
To re-estate us there where Nature plac'd us:
Not a Male more must enter Cyprus now.

Cos.
No, nor an Eunuch, nothing that hath been
Male heretofore.

Pan.
No, nor Hermophrodite;
Nothing that is half Male. A little Spark
Hath often kindled a whole Town; we must
Be cautelous in the least.

Eum.
That then they may not
Regain the Island, all the Havens must
Be stor'd, and guarded.

Cos.
Very fit they should.

Eum.
Next to the Havens, Castles out of hand
Must be repair'd, Bulwarks, and Forts, and Sconces
Be forthwith rear'd.

Cos.
'Tis time we were about them.

Eum.
Arms then must be bought up, and Forces rais'd;
Much, much is to be done—

Pan.
Why let Machessa
About it straight.

Eum.
I see agreeing Minds,
Your Hearts and Courage very ready, but
Where is the Nerve and Sinew of this Action?
Where shall we have the Mony to do this?

Cos.
Wee'l give our hair for Cordage, and our finest
Linnen for Sails, rather than this Design
Shall be once dash'd for want.

Pan.
There's much already
Come in—

Cos.
And more doth dayly.

Pan.
Hearts and Purses
Concur unto the Action.

Cos.
We have Notes
Of the particular Contributions.

Eum.
Her Majesty would have you read 'em, that
She may know what to trust to.

Cos.
From the Temple
[She reads.
We do expect ten dozen of Chalices,
But they are hid, or else already gone—

Eum.
This is not what you have, but what y'have not.

Cos.
We tell you this, that you mayn't take it ill,
That we ha'n't borrow'd some o'th' Holy Plate.
Well then, to what we have—First from the Court
Ten Vessels of Corinthian Brass, with divers
Peeces of Polyclet, and Phydias,
Parrhasius, Zeuxes, and Protogenes,
Apelles, and such like great Master-hands.

Eum.
Statues, and Pictures do but little good
Against the Enemy.

Cos.
Pray y' hear it out:
Rich Cabinets then, which, though they do contain
Treasure immense and large, have nothing yet
Within them richer than themselves.

Eum.
What hold they?

Cos.
Pearls, Rubies, Emralds, Amethysts, and Saphirs,
Crysolits, Jaspers, Diamonds, two whereof
Do double the twelfth Caract: besides Sparks
Enough to stick the Roof o'th' Banquetting House,
And make it seem an Heav'n.

Eum.
VVell, on Cosmeta.

Cos.
Twelve standing Goblets, two more rich and massy,
The one bears Bacchus sitting on a Vine,
Squeezing out Purple liquor, Th' other hath
Silenus riding on his patient Beast,
And Satyrs dancing after him. More yet,
Twelve other less engraven with less Stories,
As Loves, and Months, and Quarters of the year,
Nymphs, Shepheards, and such like—This from the Court.

Eum.
VVhat from the City?

Pan.
Purple Robes, and Furs
[Pan. reads.
In great abundance—Basons and large Ewers,
Flagons, and Dishes, Plates, and Voyders, all
Rich and unwieldy. And besides all this,
Gold Chains, and Candle-Cups innumerable.

Eum.
The Contribution's much—

Pan.
But yet not ended—
Twelve City Ladies send us word, they have
Twelve Iron Chests, and rib'd with Iron too,
VVherein they do suspect there lies a Mine,
That hath not seen the Sun for six Olympiads.

Eum.
Let 'em be got in suddenly; we must
Be hot and eager in our undertakings.
The VVealth's enough; the East was overrun
By the bold Macedonian Boy with less.
VVas't not Machessa? But I pray you nothing
From the poor Country Villagers?

Pan.
Very little;
Hoop-rings, and Childrens VVhistles, and some forty
Or fifty dozen of gilt-Spoons, that's all.

Eum.
Let it be hastily deliver'd all
Into her Majesties Treasury.

Cos.
Under favour,
We think Machessa would be very fit
Both to take in, and to disburse.

Eum.
It is not
For any private Interest that She asks it,
But for the Publike good.

Pan.
Perhaps. But yet
The People will think better, if it be
Entrusted in a Subject's hand, and Hers
Especially who never had a Husband—

Cos.
No, nor a Child as yet.

Adr.
Why be it so;
You shall dispose't Machessa.

Mach.
I consider
The trust you give me; see the weight, and Nature,
The Price and Moment of the Cause; Know next
My Order binds me not to be endow'd
With any Wealth or Utensill, besides
My Steed, my Habit, Arms, and Page; To which
When I prove false, let him that weaves my Story
(Whether he be a Courtier, or perhaps
A Scholar that writes worse) bring me no higher
Than to scratch'd Faces, and such Suburb brangles.
Truth is the Essence of our Order, we
Who are Errants cannot deceive and Be.

Adr.
Let us away: though the Male-Gods may frown,
The Female part of Heaven is sure our own

[She whis. Eu.
Eum.
Noble Machessa all your deeds I see
Ex. Adrast. Cal. &c. Manent Eu. Machessa.
Tend to the Scope of Honour.

Mach.
Were she seated
Upon the top of some high craggy Rock,
Whose Head were in the Country of the Thunder,
Guarded with watchfull Dragons, I will climb,
And ravish her from thence, to have my Name
Turn'd o'r from Age to Age, as something that
Ought to outlive the Phænix, and dye only
With Men and Time.

Eum.
Though you Court Danger thus,
I hope you will not scorn bright Glory, if
She come an easier way.

Mach.
I look to her,
Not to her Cloaths, and Habit.

Eum.
Will you be
Famous in History then? fill swelling Volumes
With your sole Name? be read aloud, and high
I'th' Cyprian Annals? and live fresh upon
The Tongue of Fame for ever? will you stand
High on your Steed in Brass, and be at once
The stop of Strangers, and the Natives Worship,
By one fair Peacefull Action?

Mach.
Brave Eumela,
To say I'l do't is lazy; it is done.

Eum.
'Tis the Queen's sute besides,
And She shall thank you.

Mach.
Honour is my Queen,
And my Deeds thank themselves. But say, Eumela,
Quickly, what is't?

Eum.
Why only send this Wealth,
That's put into your hands, unto the Army,
And so defeat this folly that they here
So eagerly pursue.

Mach.
By Heav'n I'll first
Scatter the Ashes of my Ancesters,
Burn and demolish Temples, or pull down
The Statue of our Goddess, whiles her self
Stood with the proudest thunder to defend it;
You ought to thank me, that you have propos'd it,
And yet still live.

Eum.
But pray you reason it.

Mach.
Follies of idle Creatures! who e'r heard
Of Ladies Errant yet that stood to Reason?
But you that brag of Books, and Reading, and
I know not what unnecessary Learning,
Tell me, did brawny Hercules, who wand'red
I'th' Lion's skin, and Club, or well-set Theseus
That trod his steps, e'r do the like?

Eum.
No. VVomen
Ne'r came to such a pitch of danger yet
As to be banish'd all: then who e'r trusted
Theseus, or Hercules with ten Drachmas? who
Could know their Minds that way? This single deed
VVill make Machessa go beyond his Pillars,
And th' other's Fame. They quell'd but single Robbers,
You will defeat thousands of Rebels. They
Help'd some poor Village, or some Town perhaps,
You will redeem a Nation.

Mach.
Thou say'st something;
But I shall break my faith

Eum.
To whom? to those
That have before broke theirs unto their Prince?

Mach.
They'l curse me too.

Eum.
As bold Machessa hunts not
The Praise of People, so she can contemn
Their Curse, when she doth well. Consider too
Nations will curse you more if you assist 'em.

Mach.
But 'tis against my Order to deceive.

Eum.
'Tis more against your Order to assist
Rebellious Persons 'gainst their King. Besides,
Doth not your Oath enjoyn you to relieve
Distressed men? who more distressed now
Than is the King, and th' Army? fear not words;
You are not Treacherous unto them, but faithfull
Unto your self. Why stands this Helmet here?
VVhy do you wear this Fauchion? to what use
Carry this Javelin?

Mach.
Not to help women; no,
Men are my Oath. All shall be sent Eumela,
The King must have it: wee'l be famous—

Eum.
But
You must be secret 'till it all come in.

Mach.
And you'l assist me in the sending of't?

Eum.
Take you no care for that, 'tis done.

Mach.
But will
The Queen not take it ill?

Eum.
'Tis her great fear,
You'l scarce be brought to yeeld it up. Away,
Go, and delude 'em on, y'are safe, and may
Deceive in Conscience now.

Mach.
Bellona bless thee!
[Exit Machessa.

Eum.
But how shall we now conveigh it to 'em?

Scen. II.

To her Philondas and Pæstanus as having stoln from the Army.
[Eum.]
—Heav'n's of the Plot! No fitter men. Jove bless me!
My Lord Philondas, and my Lord Pæstanus!
This your appearance to me's like the first
Appearance to a new admitted Priest,
And I am quite as doubtfull now as he,
Not knowing whether 't be my fancy, or
The God, that makes the Vision.

Phil.
Dear Eumela,
Thou know'st we do appear to Ladies still
In very flesh and bloud. Though we may talk
Of spirituall Love, my Lord, and I, you know,
Could ne'r creep in at Key-holes yet; I'm sure
We pay for th' opening of the doors, Eumela.

Eum.
My Lord you make Pæstanus blush.

Pæst.
I hope
I am not so ill bred Eumela.

Eum.
Troth
The Camp hath spoyl'd you both. The Cretan Ladies
They say are far beyond our Cyprus Dames.

Phi.
Yes to cleave Logs, and carry Burthens.

Eum.
But
I mean for Beauty.

Phil.
In whose Eyes, Eumela?
In the Town-Buls?

Eum.
They say the Gods have chang'd
Shapes, to come down, and visit 'em.

Pæst.
'Twas that
They might be like 'em then.

Phi.
For Jove could never
Be a fit Husband for 'em, till he had
Got horns, and hoofs.

Eum.
Saw you no Children there?

Pæst.
What then Eumela? ha'n't you read of Creatures
That have Conceiv'd by th' Air?—

Phi.
Don't think of any
Such thing as man? The Wind and Sun Eumela,
Get all the Children there; that makes 'em bluster,
And rage so furiously when they are old.

Pæst.
Come, we lose time; where is Malthora prethee?

Phi.
Answer him not; by Venus, these young Husbands
Are as impatient as a hungry Courtier,
Or a rich Heir come newly to his Means;
Do you hear me ask for Florina yet?

Eum.
'Tis not in fashion, Sir, to love your Lady—

Phi.
At least you ought not to profess it.

Pæst.
I
Dare swear, though none professeth less, yet none
Loves more than you my Lord.

Phi.
'Tis i'th' dark then;
Day-light and Love are two things. But, Eumela,
What do they do for Men now we are absent?
Do they take Physick, or else Pray?

Eum.
My Lord,
Their Griefs are in your places.

Phi.
Have their sighs
Got Limbs, and Bodies? Can their sadness give 'em
Comfort at Midnight?

Eum.
They possess it with
A kind of sweetness, are so tender of it,
That should they part with it, they'd think they had
A second loss.

Pæst.
How can they pass away
Their time with that?

Eum.
Why 'tis as necessary
To them as Friend, or Confident:

Pæst.
But tell me
How does Malthora bear it?

Eum.
Sir, she finds
That solitude in her self, that others do
Look for in Desarts.

Pæst.
Come my Lord, let's go
And help 'em to sigh for us.

Eum.
They're to come
Hither my Lord: pray stand behind these hangings
Till I discover the whole Scene; In quickly.
Here, here they come.

Ex. Pæst. and Phi.

Scen. III.

To Her Florina, Malthora.
Mal.
Bless me Eumela! I
Must get me Mens apparell, and go see
How all things stand abroad; I did but close
Mine Eyes, and presently me thought the Ghost
Of my Pæstanus did appear before me,
Wounded, and bloudy, and as soon as I
Went to embrace him, vanish'd into air.

Eum.
You are so fearfull, Madam, and do fancy
Danger and death so strongly, that if he
Were at this instant present here before you
You'd not beleeve your Eyes. Madam Florina
What's that you look on so?

Flor.
It is, Eumela,
The Picture of my Lov'd Philondas, as
He had his Armour on, (and O the Heav'ns
That he should ever be in such a Habit)
But Fates would have it so; 'twas young Protogenes
Took it before he went. Me thinks it sometimes
Doth move, and alter Colour, and endeavour
To get loose, and come out.

Eum.
Have you the Picture
Of your Lord Madam too?

Mal.
Yes here, Eumela,
Drawn by the same hand: is't not very like him?

Eum.
Methinks they're neither true: I've both their Statues,
Though not in Armour, and as I remember
They don't agree with them.

Flor.
Pray y' let's examine
To pass the time a while.

Eum.
I've newly put 'em
Both into Habits, and me thinks they look
So fresh, and lively, that I might mistake 'em,
But that I know they're absent; look you here.
Does not this look more like Philondas far,
She draws the hangings and shews 'em.
And this more like Pæstanus than the Tablets?
You must not come too near: I'l leave y' a while
To view, and judge.

[Exit Eumela.
Flor.
Good Heav'ns! my Lord Philondas!

Mal.
My dear Pæstanus!

Phil.
I am come you see
A prety jant here to fulfil the longing
Of a young Novice-Husband.

Pæst.
The first day
That Hymen joyn'd us, brought not truer joy
Unto my Soul than this.

Scen. IV.

To them Eumela.
Eum.
My Lords, the Queen
Is come to make a visit to your Ladies:
What will you do?

Phil.
Go and conduct her in.

[Ex. Phil. Pæst.
Eum.
Now Madam? does your Husband vanish, when
You offer to embrace him?

Mal.
O Eumela
He's gone already. This his short appearance
Is only as th' appearance of a Star
To one that's perishing in a Tempest.

Flor.
'Tis
Only to let us die with some more Comfort.
Were they to stay Eumela—

Eum.
This disjoyning
Of Bodies, only is to knit your hearts;
You'l form their Pictures in your Thoughts perhaps,
And once or twice more look behind the Hangings.

Mal.
Peace good Eumela! here's the Queen.

Scen. V.

To them Adraste, Philondas, Pæstanus.
Adr.
Charistus,
Heir to the Cretan Kingdom lost say you?

Phi.
Yes, and suspected to lye hid in Cyprus.

Adr.
And this is that doth stop the War?

Pæst.
This, and
Th' Equality of Forces.

Adr.
Do our men
Awake, and rouze themselves?

Phi.
Rich noble Spirits,
And Minds that have kept Altars burning still,
To Glory break out dayly, shewing how
Peace and Religion did not sink, but calm 'em:
This blast will swell 'em big, and high, and make 'em
Ride Conquerours o'r the Flouds.

Adr.
They do not sleep then?

Phi.
No, nor watch lazily; the World will see,
He, whose blest goodness hath kept War from us,
Hath not took Courage from us too; When his
Sad study'd Councels did remove the danger,
They did not then remove the Mind. The Arm
Of this days Cyprus, if provok'd, will strike
As deep as Cyprus six Olympiads backwards,
And the unquiet Cretan shall appear
But as he did of old, our Exercise,
More than our Foe: a people that we suffer
To breath, and be, to keep our selves in breath.

Adr.
What doth the King?

Pæst.
More than the meanest Souldier,
Yet still comes fresh from Actions: his Commands
Are great, but his Examples greater still.

Phi.
With his uncover'd head he dares the Thunder,
Slights hail and snow, and wearies out a Tempest,
Then after all he shakes himself, and gives
Rain, as the Heavens did before, but with
A more serene Aspect. He doth exact
Labour, and hardness, hunger, heat, and cold,
And dust, as his Prerogatives, and counts them
Only his serious Pleasures; Others Wars
Are not so manly as his Exercises,
And pitch'd Fields often are more easie service
Than his meer Preparations.

Adr.
'Tis enough;
Y' have spoke a Composition, so made up
Of Prince and Souldier, that th' admiring World
May imitate, not equall. Come, my Lords,
I have a business to employ you back with.

Exeunt.

Scen. VI.

Lucasia, Eumela, Charistus, Olyndus.
Luc.
I must confess, had not this Action been
Tainted with private Interest, but born
From zeal unto the Publique, then it might
Have been read Valour, as it is, it will
Be stil'd but Fury.

Eum.
Madam it had then
Been only Valour, now 'tis Love and Valour.

Luc.
VVhere those Religious Names, King, Country, Father,
Are trampled over, can you call it Valour?

Cha.
If trampled o'r for you. To hazard all
These holy Names, of Subject unto King,
Of Prince to Country, and of Son to Father,
And whil'st I spar'd to shed the smallest drop
Of Bloud, that might be once call'd yours, to have
That ignominious Name of Coward hurl'd on me,
And take up all their Places; what else is it
But to esteem your self a Prize, that doth
Absolve me from all these, and make me stand
Above the rate of mortals.

Olyn.
Father, Country,
State, Fortunes, Commonwealth, th'are Names that Love
Is not concern'd in; that looks higher still,
And oversees all these.

Luc.
It is not Love then;
For that, as it is Valiant, so it is
Just, Temperate, Prudent, summons all those Noble
Heroick Habits into one rich Mass,
And stamps them Honour.

Eum.
But that Honour is
A Valour beyond that of Mortals, striving
Who shall possess most of this Mole-hill Earth.

Olyn.
That Honour is a Justice, that doth see
Measures, and Weights, Axes, and Rods below it.

Eu.
A Temperance not concern'd in Meats, and Wines.

Olyn.
A Prudence that doth write Charistus now
A better Patriot, than the sober'st Statesman
That plots the good of Crete.

Luc.
If he that cares not
For things, be thence above them; if he sees
More nobly, that doth draw the Veyl before
His Eyes to Lower Objects, then Charistus
Soares high, and nothing scapes him.

Cha.
Fair Lucasia,
I am not so immodest, as to challenge
The least of these my self: but yet in that
I love your Vertues, they are all mine own.

Luc.
And yet you fear'd I was anothers, whom
I durst not publiquely avow. Do y' think
My Love could stoop to such Contrivances?
Or if I meant a subject of such worth,
I needed to pretend a Prince?

Olyn.
It is not
Lucasia's Love, that dares not call the Eye
Of Day to try it: But where Love's engag'd
To such a Treasure as your self, what can
Be thought secure? It stands and watches still,
And fears it's very helps; could any love
Lucasia and be careless, 'twere a fault
Would make him not deserve her.

Luc.
Could you then
Think I could be so impious unto Love
As to divide Eumela and Olyndus?
Or else so treacherous unto Friendship, as
To part Eumela and my self? Being Hearts
Are Temples, and both sorts of Love most Sacred,
To have wrong'd either had been Sacrilege
Worthy the horrid'st Thunder.

Eum.
Love drinks in
All that may feed suspicion, but is deaf
To what may clear it; 'tis engag'd so much
To th' Object, that it views the Object only,
And weighs not what attends it.

Luc.
Where the Heart
Offends, you blame the Passion. Love it self
Is never undiscreet, but he that Loves.

Cha.
Wisdome and Love at once were never yet
Permitted to a God, I must not then
Presume they meet in me. If Love admits
Discretion, if it Ponder, and Consider,
Search, and Compare, and Judge, and then Resolve,
'Tis Policy, not Affection: give it Eyes,
Counsell, and Order, and it ceaseth. What
Though it first brake from out the Chaos? 'twas
To make another in the Creature. Distance,
Figure, and Lineament are things that come
From something more Advis'd; Love never leads,
It still transports. The Motions which it feels
Are Fury, Rapture, Extasie, and such
As thrust it out full of Instinct, and Deity,
To meet what it desires.

Luc.
Alas! it self
Hath Eyes, but 'tis our Blindness that doth veyl them:
If Love could not consist with Wisdome, then
The World were govern'd by one generall Madness.

Olynd.
'Tis not deni'd but that we may have Wisdom
Before we Love, as men may have good Eyes
Before they fix them on the Sun: but dwell they
A while upon it, and they straight grow blind
From those admired Beauties.

Luc.
But if Love
Do not consider, why then doth it fear?
Why doth it form Chimæras to it self,
And set up Thought 'gainst Thought? why is't alike
Tortur'd with Truth, and Falshood? why afflicted
As much from Doubts, as Certainties?

Cha.
This is
Not from Distrust, but Care; Love is not perfect
Till it begins to fear. It doth not know
The worth of that it seeks, unless it be
Anxious, and troubled for it: And this is
Not any thought of Blemish in the thing
It loves, but only Study to preserve it.

Lu.
Who puts a Snake 'mongst Flowers to preserve 'em?
Or who pours Poyson into Crystall that
It may be kept from cracking? Jealousie
What art thou? thou could'st not come down from Heav'n;
For no such Monsters can inhabit there.

Eum.
Nor can it spring from Hell; for it is born
Of Love, and there is nought but Hate.

Luc.
Pray y' tell me
Who joyn'd it unto Love? who made them swear
So firm a Friendship?

Olyn.
The same Deity
That joyn'd the Sun and Light, the same that knits
The Life and Spirit.

Luc.
These preserve each other:
But that doth twine and wreath it self about
Our growing Loves, as Ivy 'bout the Oak;
We think it shelters, when (alas!) we find
It weakens, and destroys.

Eum.
It is not Jealousie
That ruins Love, but we our selves, who will not
Suffer that fear to strengthen it; Give way
And let it work, 'twill fix the Love it springs from
In a staid Center.

Luc.
What it works I know not,
But it must needs suppose Defect in one,
Either Defect of Merit in the Lover,
Or in the Lov'd, of Faith; you cannot think
That I give Others Favours, when your self
Boast such a store of Merits.

Cha.
O Lucasia,
Rather than be so impious as to think
That you want Faith, I must confess a want
Of Merit in my self; (which would there were not.)
And being it is so, I was compell'd
To fear lest one more worthy than my self
Might throw me from my happiness. Consider
That you are born t' enrich the Earth, and then
If you will have one Love and not be Jealous,
You must convert your Eye upon your Eye,
Make your own Heart Court your own Heart, and be
Your self a servant to your self.

Luc.
But doth not
This Passion cease at last?

Olyn.
It ceaseth to
Disturb, but still remains to quicken Love;
As Thunder ceaseth when 't hath purg'd the Air,
And yet the Fire which caus'd it still remains
To make it move the livelier.

Luc.
Were it quiet,
What Hand, Charistus, would More sweetly move
The Orbs of this our Island? who fetch in
More frequent Conquests? and who more become
The Triumphs than your self?

Cha.
Beleeve Charistus
Dreams; Errours, false Opinions, slippery Hopes,
And Jealous Fears are now his Spoyl, his Captives,
And follow Love's Triumphant Chariot, which
His Soul sits high in, and o'rlooks the vain
Things of this lower World.

Luc.
Lucasia did
Only retire, not flie; Let's to the Grove,
And by the Consummation of our Loves
Under those Myrtles (which as yet perhaps
Preserve the blushing Marks of those your Angers)
Appease th' offended Goddess.

Olyn.
This your Union
Will make your Kingdoms joyn; Cyprus and Crete
Will meet in your Embraces.

Eum.
Our Hearts are
Love's ord'nary Employment: 'tis a Dart
Of a more scattering Metall that strikes you;
When he wounds Princes, he wounds Nations too.

Exeunt.