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To them Two women and a boy, as he is preparing to sing, Atossa, Mandane, and Ariene appeare above.Prax.
Your last new song, that which I gave you Sirrah.
Atos.
See yonder where he sits; let's stand and see
How hee'le behave himselfe; the Lords have vow'd
To try him to the utmost.
Mand.
I begin
To feare that he is mortall.
Prax.
Come begin
Boy
singes.
I
Come my sweet, whiles every strayneCalls our Soules into the Eare;
Where they greedy listning fayne
Would turne into the sound they heare;
Lest in desire
To fill the Quire
Themselves they tye
To Harmony,
Let's kisse and call them backe againe.
2
Now let's orderly conveighOur Soules into each other's Brest,
Where interchanged let them stay
Slumbring in a melting rest.
Let them retire,
And still present
Sweet fresh content
Youthfull as the early day.
3
Then let us a Tumult make,Shuffling so our soules, that we
Carelesse who did give or take,
May not know in whom they be.
Then let each smother
And stifle the other,
Till we expire
In gentle fire
Scorning the forgetfull Lake.
Crat.
I did expect some solemne Hymne of the
Great world's beginning, or some brave Captaines
Deserving deeds extoll'd in lofty numbers.
These softer subjects grate our eares: But what
Are these my Lords? shee Minstrells?
Mas.
Consequences,
Which we out of that duty which we owe you
Thought a fit present, that you might not want
Any delight that Persia yeelds.
Crat.
I have
No humane thought about me now, forbeare.
Prax.
You are no Statue Sir? or if you were,
These yet methinkes might melt you.
Crat.
If you will
Needes put your selves to th'trouble of Procurers,
Bring me a Kingdome in one face, or shew me
A People in one body; then you might
Happily worke on mine Affections.
There I durst powre my selfe into Embracements,
Loosing my selfe in a Labyrinth of joy.
As 'tis you only make me colder, by
Surrounding me with these your hostile flames.
I hope you doe conceive it our Affection,
And duty to your Scepter.
Crat.
Let me aske you.
Was't not enough you try'd me with those baytes
Of wines, and meates, cull'd from the spoyle of Nature,
But you must bring vice in another fashion?
Prax.
Will you then let your dayes passe sluggishly,
And reape no pleasure from your Pow'r?
Crat.
'Tis one
To punish such offenders as your selves,
That will abase your honour to so vile
And abject an imployment. If you offer
The like againe, you shall perceive, that Kings,
How short so e're their Reignes be, have long hands.
This Act, what e're you stile it, is flat Treason.
Our Honour is abus'd in't. O the foreheads
Prax. and Mas. steale out, and leave the two women with him.
Of women once growne impudent! that these
Can stand so long, and heare their infamy
Debated quietly, expecting when
They shall be call'd to their reproach! what fled?
And left the Prey behind to tempt me? Ho!
Who waytes without? Conveigh these wicked creatures
Unto the Gaolor Molops: give him charge
To use them as he would doe Enemies.
My Country would twice suffer, should I yeeld
Unto their vices too. But Greece is not
Only preserv'd in me: had they perhaps
Carry'd these Creatures to the wilder knot,
Headlong Archippus, or bold Stratocles,
Easie Leocrates, or prone Philotas,
Their Present might have hit. But hearke, they come:
I'le step aside, and watch their actions.
Exit.
Atos.
What doe you thinke Mandane? is he mortall?
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