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Scena sexta.

Chorus of Huntsmen, Shepherds, with Silvio.
Ch. Hun.
O Glorious youth! true child of Hercules;
That kilst so soon such monstrous beasts as these!

Ch. Sh.
O glorious youth! by whom lies slain and queld
This Erimanthian Monster, (living) held
Invincible! Behold the horrid head,
Which seems to breath death when it self is dead!
This is the famous Trophie, noble Toile
Of him whom we our Demy-god do stile.
Extoll his great name (Shepherds) and this day
Keep ever solemn, ever holyday.

Cho. Hunts.
O glorious youth &c.

Ch. Sh.
O glorious youth! that do'st despise thine own
For others safeties. “Vertue climbes her Throne
“By these steep stairs: and the high Gods have set
“Before her Palace gates labour and sweat.
“He that would land at joy must wade through woes:
“Nor by unprofitable base repose
“Abhorring labour, but from gallant deeds
“And vertuous labour true repose proceeds.

Cho. Hunts.
O glorious youth, &c.

Ch. Sh.
O glorious youth! by whom these Plains depriv'd
Of tillage, and of tillers long, retriv'd
Their fruitfull honours have. The plough-man now
Securely goes after the lazie plough,
Sowes his plump seed, and from earth's pregnant womb
Expects the wish'd fruits when the season's come.
No more shall churlish tusk, or churlish foot
Trample them down, or tear them up by th'root.
Nor shall they prosper so as to sustain
A beast, to be their own, and others bane.

Cho. Hunts.
O glorious youth! &c.

Cho. Shep.
O glorious youth! as if presaging thine,
The Have'n to day doth in full glory shine.
Such peradventure was that famous Boar
Alcides slew, yet so thy act is more;
It being (Silvio) thy first labour, as
Of thy great Ancestor the third it was.
But with wilde Beasts thy infant valour playes,
To kill worse monsters in thy riper dayes.

Cho. Hunts.
O glorious youth! &c.

Cho. Sh.
O glorious youth! how well are joyn'd in thee
Valour and pietie! See Cynthia, see
Thy devout Silvio's vow! behold with white
And crooked tusk, (as if in thy despight)
The proud head arm'd on this side and on that,
Seeming thy silver horns to emulate!
If then (O powerfull Goddesse) thou didst guide
The young mans shaft, he is in justice tyde
To dedicate the Trophie unto thee
By whom he did obtain the victorie.

Cho. Hunts.
O glorious youth, true child of Hercules,
That kill'st so soon such monstrous beasts as these!