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Tenth Entry

These gon out Reenters Balena, Phiseter & ye Tritons to whom Oceanus discouers his purpose of delusian.
Ocean:
Wellcome my Spells; now 'tis high time to bring
My great Dessignes to Issue: He's noe King
Nor worthy of yt Name, cannot dissemble
These Bubbling Streams came Rowling to my presence
I'le turn to Bubbles, Soe delude Their hopes
Bring Those They'l Send vpon ye Coast to See
A Glimmring of this Vnknown Maiesty
Yet Close ye Scen again & Soe preserue
Her Chastety Inuiolat for My Self
If for reward She'l daign me worthy of Her.

Tryton:
Your Highnes Speaks most like yr Self, & if
She Should proue Coy & Nice, & not rescent
This Fauour from you, but refuse your bed
She'l proue Ingrat, wc h Somms all can be Sayd.

Ocean:
'Tis true at first all framd was for ye best
Til Nature wanton fancied Nouelties
And blew ye Mind vp to Ambitious Thoughts
Of Coueting wt was aboue its reach
Despising allwayes ye Condition present
And Gaping after yt could not be had
But I Shall fit These, bring Them to ye brink
Of happines, then wt h dispair Them Sink
For Their Presumptian, (Fortune ne're Soe lies
As when Sh' Eggs on t'Impossebileties.)
And thus I'le cause Such haightning Their desire
By Shewing Them a Glims: yt Set on fier
To haue fruition winds Shall fan ye Flame
And Send Them packing home wise as they came
Wherby They'l find their Error & Confess
Ther's noe Such Cross as faigned happines