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Scen. 7.

Hollarro. Lerenica.
Holl.
Love speaks as bold, as any Druids preach;
Because its darts strike at the hope of fates,
The champion of all eyes checks bashful thoughts,
Fearing to enter the bar'd Gates of love,
The standards of a lofty foundation,
Gives freedom to the lesser pinnacles;
So I by examples, get benefit
To make a fair progress in affections,
And as an interposition of th'Moon
Betwixt our eyes and Sun, causeth eclipse;
So fainting doubts with-draws a screen mantle
Betwixt dispair and hope: But, fair Madam,
If you I yield to be a Princess, I am
The man will make you.

Lere.
Most noble Prince,
The place is too honorable for my birth,
And your bright grace flowes by dame virtues spring
Of valour; you might command, not wooe a
Humble soul, the Zodiack wherein your
Lamp of goodnesse keeps its motion round,
Like Cynthia's silver streams, is too radiant
For on me to gaze; your honour deserves
A Princess rightly born, for manners, tongue,
Not a poor Peasant from a broken Ile;
A Dido should make answer for my part,
I am inferiour.

Holl.
The spirits of a double breast leads Van
In love's Empire, no gulph doth back them to't.
So unknown beauty of a judged look,
Oft force affection to keep triumph there.
Your beauty shews beyond a Prince his favour,
Discretion guids the manners of your soul:
You plead too poor, then moves the honour that,
You shall sit crown'd with canopy of fame,
To be a Prince his spouse: I venture soul
More free then Scipio, Marius, or Sylla did,
To maintain the troop of your crystall beams,
My lance shal drop at your foot which monsters tame,
And be a servant at your wills command,
Yield and have the same.

Lere.
Great Prince, your will
Hath vigour to with-draw the proudest soul;
You'l knock at Pluto's Gate sore Pegasus,
Yet feare no death by incense of their breath;
Your brave Heroick mind dare face great Brute,
Make Giants toyes, and not know where their's scope;
And when you dance upon uneven waves,
The Eolian blades, stand trembling with your fear,
And Tritons sound your fame, to please the sense;
Why, it is strange that you doth these repose,
And not a womans shews of mean descent;
I wish my blood were higher for to joyn
In equall manner with your Princes right:
But read some Poet, and you'l then agree I am too low.

Holl.
Oh, Poets are men compos'd of species four,
[Enter Beller, and walks about on one side.
They'l praise both virtue and vice all in an hour:
'Twas not Medeas words, but Ovids quill,
That Hippolytus most chaste of will;
For if that acute Ovid likewise would,
Medea had been as chaste as e're he could;
And 'twas brave Virgil made Æneas fame,
Soar above action of brave Turnus name;
But if that famous Virgil pleas'd to be,
Turnus had been as great, nay more then he;
So 'twas not Helens looks, but Homers mind,
That made Paris his soul to her combind:
For he as well could own her nature so,
That where she's fair, she should be black as crow;
Dispute no more of Poets, but give leave
My hands for to imbrace, else you deceive
Me of my life.

Lere.
Your words imbrew the altar of my will,
And you may force where you have us'd your skill,
The Phœbus of your mind hath grace full bright,
My irksome caves, and my more irksome night,
The influence that's shewn by its bright rays.
Turns days to nights, and nights into clear days:
Therefore my duty is, to not oppose
Your Princely grace, but make choyce where it shews,
But still I am too low.

Holl.
Most nobly receiv'd,
We'l make a happy Nuptiall to the day,
And th'King and Queen shall grace bright Hymens play.

Lere.
I am submissive.

Holl.
Come my joyfull Bride.
It is not long till I lye by thy side.

[Exeunt Hollar. & Lere.
Bell.
Thou blazen Taper that surmountst my skill,
Taken my Mistress mace of all my joy,
Shall not live happy by the victor got,
I'le work thy ruine by some budding plot;
I'le go to Celerinus, make my plea,
And joyn him once by love to cross the Sea.
That he may cross my foe, Hollarro stout,
Put King Aberden and the Queen to rout;
And thee Hollarro, which by that design,
He vanquish'd one, at last thou wilt be mine:
Fair Lerenica, but cruell to shew
Thy love to me, and to Hollarro owe
The right and title of it; but that fact
Shall ruin'd be, before he once doth act.
I'le be a Traytor once to King and Land,
And Prince and Queen, because my love withstand,
Fetch him over the restless seas, the stars
Will prosper my success, because the Wars
Began first in our Land. Why tarry I
To lose the day? both King Queen, Prince, shall fly.