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SCEN: VI.

Ursini. Sylvio.
Urs.
Th'ast told a pretty story;—weepe no more,
I see the Cupids angry in thine eyes,
That with thy teares, th'ast quench't their burning arrowes;
Spare 'em untill th'art old, and spend 'em then
On thy whole stocke of sinnes: thou play'st the tyrant;
And rob'st thy selfe of all that beauteous treasure,
Nature instructed thee withall.

Syl:
Ah mee!
Would I had never had it, that alone
Has onely caus'd my griefe:

Urs:
Thou art passionate.

Syl.
The virgins lov'd my innocence, and it
When I was yet a child.

Urs.
So thou told'st mee boy:
But after thou arriv'd'st in Sicily,
How far'd it with thee?

Syl:
Judge Sir, by these teares.

Urs:
Did thy friend leave thee?

Syl.

Yes, and the world too; I know hee would not have
beene so unkind else.

Urs.
Then went'st thou to the Princesse.

Syl.
Begg'd reliefe from her.

Urs.
Why did'st not returne?

Syl:
'Twas told mee there, my Parents streightway dyed.

Urs:
Thou shalt have new ones, royall ones my boy;
A Princely payre, that pride them in their youth,
And innocent sweetnesse; whose Majesties shall shed
As vigorous rayes on thee, as on the issue,
Th'ensuing nuptiall promises to spring
From their owne loynes.

Syl:
Those are favours Sir,
That become them to give, not me to take.

Urs:
Thou hast deserv'd them boy, Calantha speakes thee
A miracle of love and piety;
Is passionate in thy praise, all to win
Affection from the Prince to thee, dry up
Those teares; which till this time did never flow
Offensive unto any:
This day is consecrate to mirth and Hymen,
'Tis sinne to weare a frowne, or folded brow;
For every smile, thou lend'st them now, they'l pay
A thousand backe againe:
Exit. Ursini.

Syl.
A large requitall!—
A smile from my Ferrando? oh 'twas heaven,
Felicia, whilst thou wish'st it! now thou hast
Obtain'd it, 'tis a hell; the antidote
Is now become my poyson: Tyrant love
That sport'st thee at the paines, thy Martyrs feele
And mak'st thy salve apply'd, wound when t'should heale.

Exit.