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Scen. 6.
Adrinemia, Murgorus, and Nercius.Adr.
Resolve no resolution, for the cause
Thou understands prevents no remedy
In my sole knowledge, thou gives there no aid,
To a prevention of a future danger;
Wisdome cryes help, to call a resolution
In th'hand of Labell, of a reall deed,
With a commission of an issue true,
Of shreud and pensive to a quick return.
Charybdis or great Sylla threaten death
To their swift navy, or the mount Ætna
Hath burnt their top sayls, or cast down their masts,
Turning their rudder to another coast,
While time affords an ornament to deck
My sensuall mind with shapes of horror, fear,
And love, doth now dismember the defence
I had, whereby I conduct my prov'd skill,
They captives are, no captives they receiv'd,
For else my King would have blaz'd his troops home
He promis'd the company whom he took,
No company here is sent, Murgorus,
Tell the cause, the Court is black for want of
Sparkling Lords, to give a lustre to its
Marble walls.
Mur.
Most high Princess,
Things by the counsell of vain sorrow's will,
Doth sojourn with the cause, the whirlwinds
Apt to make a tempest rise, bellowing the
Waves till their whole mountains soar aloft,
And by the craggy clifts whose obscure edge
May cause detard, and make sloath to ascend
Her private and her with-drawing chamber,
Of your censuring soul, and cause the twinckling of an eye,
A minute more or lesse, to shew in length
A number of long years, but suffer not
Such Rivalls to exhale such innatural
Fumes, bring a megrim to the vitall
Spirits, and perplexity to the Brain.
Nerc.
The informer of the day-light struck a knell,
The twelve a clock, against his sounding bell;
When then by course the ships did promise fight,
They arrive our coast before the next night;
But now by fortune bond to favour gold,
That hour is gone, and they still in the flood,
And Sol like nimble passenger surrounds
The hills again, discending to the downs,
And yet no Herald doth blaze forth no fame,
None strikes Love's onsets, or her words proclaim,
It must be some strange tempest that drives back
Their ships from shore, when they all things did lack:
Adr.
Why it's a ransome, for a Kings disdain,
For his own Queen, not to her send a line,
If storms did bind the ships within the harbours;
Yet quick flown message might come to my ear,
But ne're since the voyage took its game
Upon the restlesse Seas; I heard by Post
They stay their living, or confin'd their dead.
Mur.
I feel a pain, like Cerberus fasting jawes,
And Tantalus his gaping with desire
To gain the Apples, are not to compare
To these the torments that doth drench my soul,
All bring an ocean of a foul dispair,
Because they stay beyond the bounds of time,
And cause a lingring motion to answer
For their detard.
Exeunt.
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