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Scen. 6.

Adrenimia, Fafrisius, Buzarain, each of them bearing a mans head, and Nevermo following with a Hatchet.
Adre.
The siege of Thebes, and Ulysses Acts,
Ne'r betraid fancy with so sweet a fight;
The Heads doth gape, but cherisheth no amber breath;
Oh las it is a pitty that no sooner had
Hold them up, let's see the glory of the same,
The night will betray my mirth, before my eyes
Be satisfied, the Banquet and Musick
That I took therein, brought recreation
To my vitall sense, besides no equalls,
Or raptures promis'd by a future joy,
Could bring reward to what I here have seen;
The Artillery of all hope was waggon'd up,
Betwixt their heads and shoulders, that's their necks,
My soul cannot by publick, or secrecy,
Be sufficient Actor to King Aberden,
In duty, or in praise, for this same fact.
Unbolt the Prison Gates, set them open,
And let the numerous slaves be glad to see
Such great Triumphs, and their selves set full free,
And mysteries explain'd, by Gods of Temples all,
Because such prosperous jubilee fell out,
I recruit my selfe to see those signs.

Faf.
The progeny of humanity challenge title in't,
Because you shew like the Bithinians,
The copulating troops doth entertain,
Of fame and valour, your most bright Queens health,
The heads doth shew your praise, and doth prepare
A sacrifice unto your sacred shrine,
With amorous gesture of a lowly look,
Not like Amazons, but a Persians smile,
The naturall rights within a Jewels hieu,
Doth shew the perfect vertues of its selfe;
So all your sex may with a comely brow,
Seeing your deservements by wisdoms deeds,
Turn thanks as bodies of a further fame.

Buz.
Discover Engins to subdue the hill
Of all renowning praise, that when obtain'd,
May be a ransome to your Empress;
The ancient Romans had ne'r reflection
Of so great happinesse, by any Pope,
As we obtain by your Soveraignty,
To keep all Lawes and customes in their forms,
Not suffering them to be wrong violated,
Making decent pavillions of sobriety,
To be the Magistrates and Rocks of right,
The streets rebound (as Alexander came)
With redoubling voyces of your worth and fame,

Adr.
When Sols bright rayes shines through the curtain
Of an Eastern fogge, then Animals rejoyce;
So do I by your conjuring words,
As if I had obtain'd the Phœnix nest,
Which is a fountain of all sweet incense.
Records and Chronicles to posterity,
Let them challenge memory of the same,
The brook wherein the Nymphs correct their garbs,
Let shew the splendor of this brave design,
As orient matter of a minerall,
Strikes beauties pride through the dark of night,
The deed's Syren, cause it wins the hearts
Of all my subjects, unto Elizium.

Ner.
I am executor bearing the Axe
That brought content and pleasure to a Queen;
The Mayors and Senates of Bruzantia,
Stood Officers to th'act and instruments
Thereto; we live like Elephants, disturb'd
By none, bearing the Castle of liberty
On our shouldiers, and Wars thrown down,
Living by Counsell of tranquillious time,
While our foes heads do obeysance to th'Queen,
Making a dance in a triangle,
Avoiding the tortures of a moments fear,
I'le bear the Axe of hope.

Adr.
Lets muse no more, seeing the deeds of worth,
The streets themselves its praise will warble forth.

Faf.
The tempters of all justice, lastly throwes
At greatest strength, when others potent shews.

Buz.
Love's guard bids yield; when honesty doth play
Her questions and occasions for the day.

Nev.
Joyn art to arms, as honour bids us do,
And make their heads and bodies lowly bow.

Adr.
And for this prize, let go the prisons then,
Draw up Purcullises and set free men.

Nev.
'Tis done, great Queen, as your generous soul,
Is pleas'd to have, for it doth all controle,

Faf.
Then Quermero must go among the rest,
Which of all others he will think him blest.

Adr.
See all do go, my joy doth countervail
All former faults, be they e're or or frail.

Buz.
Clap hands for joy, because the Queen such things
Doth propagate, and delightfull tydings.

Omnes,
Long live the Queen in health.

Adr.
Wheel off the plain, and purchase more fame
Then Ixion does by turning wheel in flame,
Fetch captives more, till th'Land it selfe doth yield
No martiall soul to bear, or sword or shield
Bring all Numenia's brood unto my hand;
I know your strength none of them can withstand,
So I you leave to see the tombs of those
That dead do lie, and prisoners to unloose.

Exeunt.