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Scen. 4.
To them, Burnomoy, Burgargo, Derisius, Gervoron.Burn.
Your command, great Prince, is here fulfill'd.
Burg.
Your businesse, stout Leige.
Celer.
It runs by Cypreans fields, Bruzantia's plain,
By a spectatious sight, and information,
A Paradise to shew whose in, beyond,
The Tagus fragments go, by Poets fam'd to be
Paved with a Pearl, her grace surrendring to
The Queen of beauties pride Chloris with her
Decency, strikes admiration to th'insatiate
Soyls, to see themselves by Autum's clusters
So prest down, and cooling Rivers which with
Melodious tunes sing by the woody banks,
While they with as well pleasing noyce,
Whistle like Orpheus reed, Titan in
Æstivious times, when torrid heat hath power,
Dismisseth night, and gives day the full hour,
Of number twenty four; then Burgargo,
This Region (which I named) by scituation,
Transcends the metropolis of every Nation,
I stand defiance with a barbarous call,
I purpose to choose you my Generall.
Burg.
When sense doth rave beyond its bounds, why then
Let sense and reason scorn my onely state,
When I deny to govern this by fate,
Which hath been separated from the rest,
By Jove his hand, and he to be the guest
That it should entertain; this Ile that which
Gives livelihood, and makes the inhabitants rich,
My hope is fixt upon, and firmly too,
That sacred Gods will aid and fortune shew,
Because we stand in our defence, not lust
To have a War; but this our cause is just,
We stand for right, not what is got by pelfe
For lives, for wives, who are our second selfe;
'Tis pitty that this Nation should go down,
And save your Majesty, none ought to wear the Crown,
Except your selfe, who wisely with your hand,
With voyce gives leave, with that their force with-stand,
Let them display their colours, black visage, so
unseemly sight, with plaited hair you know,
Much like a Horses main, which gives a light,
They are savage creatures, speciall in the night,
When skyes become their favour; let them come,
I'le be your Generall till day of doome.
Cel.
Your answer's good, they are both rash and rude
In judgment, doing actions, and before
Their nature be by valour curbed so,
They'l ne're rest silent, but stratagems
Inventing still, though with grief and amazing
Flashes bring a float of destruction
With whole waves of sorrow to their pedigree,
My breast doth breathe not with a fair clear passage,
Because corruption grows from nomination of
Such hellish heathens; the Numenia's Land
They strive to make their prey, and spoil of it;
'Tis not the fear of their great potent arme,
'Tis not Aberden with his hellish charm,
'Tis not their Chariots with their Iron wheels,
'Tis not their Ships with their well pitched keels,
'Tis not the fiercenesse of their nature foul,
'Tis not the savagenesse of their grim soul,
'Tis not the words of their well threatned voyce,
'Tis not the armour that they dayly wear,
'Tis not the colours wrought with silver clear,
'Tis not the conditions that they all sent,
'Tis not the words that they pleased to put in't,
'Tis niether this, nor that, shall work so fast,
But I will fight their fury to the last.
Deris.
Your answer's like your selfe, noble, and that
Most generous; I like a branch, you are
The root, if you perish I must not stand.
Gervo.
Let fame want Trumpets for to blaze her self,
Let my poor soul want blood to raise her selfe,
When I deny to be as firm as you.
Cele.
Then my Lord Orestes, see a Legate
Be prepared to send to King Aberden.
You know the drift of th'cause, we will maintain
The War he promiseth to our Land, and
Burgargo with these two Captains, which are
Derisius and Gervoran, and that valiant
Souldier Burnomoy, draw down your forces
To the port-Towns, cast trenches, ditches, that
If they gain the Land, they know not where to
Lead a squadern up, but stand amazed
at their rash stricking shore.
Omnes.
Heavens blesse Numenia's King.
Cel.
After you return, (as undoubtedly victorious)
Trophies shall be prepared of pure Gold,
Elixars essence, what doth Nature hold,
Be presents to your reward.
Exeunt.
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