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Scen. 5.

Hollarro, Lerenica
Holl.
The time runs round by hidden motion,
I was a King, but now more desperate;
And you my Queen, but fortune frown'd thereon.
I wish that Halia could have then opprest,
Her Father Nereus with a glad design,
To drown their ships in Cynthia's merciless realm,
Before they footed this Bruzantia:
Fair Lerenica, I must fly for fear,
To adore the sorrows of an exiles place;
I'le leave my Princely Robes, and dress my bones
According to the custome of a Pilgrims form;
And beat the banks which Neptunes waves have tost
To hunt my death, because I loathe the same;
And at my last farewell, I'le use no art,
Let sighs, tears, kisses, bid loath to depart.

Lere.
Those drops of blood doth stain my maiden face,
Because my sole Artemon must fly hence,
Sure Jove will strive to make the Ganymedes,
For the Hesperidon Dragon cannot stand
The force of such a Hercules: let hope,
Where's e're you tread your Princely guard, then guide
Your hood-winck actions in unknown places.
I willing am to stay, to make a prayer,
When you depart you'l kill my life, that thing.
The Swan's near death, when she begins to sing.

Holl.
Oh Damsel of my breath, let not such debt
Lie on the fabrick of Hollarro,
Though I have Diomedes fame, I'm loath
To prove Domitianus to thy soul;
Heaven and Earth will not forgive the fact,
No sacrifice nor kneeling pay the act;
The starry bowers would send a loathsome smell
To strangle death in the prime of my days;
Besides the edge of furious war would bring
A State to begge reliefe for thy great woe;
What, I be Demopheon to Phillis?
To cause untimely death? far from Hollarro,
Aid requires no help; I'le carry you
Along with me, to make the Indian foes
Grow stiffe with fear, because they see the Sun
Eclips'd by your bright brow; then go with me.

Ler.
Display your self no more in inward love,
My heart and tongue cannot express my mind;
I'le dwell within the Land, Bruzantia's walls,
As long as breath sees still the inner rooms;
Go noble Prince, as power doth give thee aid,
For thy own sake, I'le live and die a maid.

Holl.
Sweet Lerenica loath, but I must go,
My soul bids fly, my heart cryes out the same,
Then fair Lerenica, please to take th'air,
Of other Princes from Numenia:
So I must go, my tongue fails, nought but this
I can express; fair, give me adieu kiss,
Constant Lerenica, constant Lerenica.
[Exit Holl.

Ler.
Go noble Prince, stay, take another kiss;
What, art thou gone? woe, woe, Lerenica,
Cannot my warbling voyce crave Niobe,
To be with her turn'd into a dull stone,
That those stretching motions may then faint
At my more flinty nature, then my breast
Can expell from it, as such stormy blowes,
Or with Iphianassa and Lysippe,
Chang'd to strange furies, that no woe may pierce,
My vitall spirits; pish, now I feel
A stronger temper then those Goddesses,
No Dælalus his Labyrinth can hide,
My woe from running its due ordered course;
Then let me frame a twist as Iphis did,
For to make sorrow have abortive birth,
Or turn'd to man, to have a stronger heart
In the defiance of my wandring woe:
But stay, I wrong poor natures time,
For to detard the blow that rids my pains,
So pangs strikes larums to my parting close;
Then do appear thou ender of my life,
[Drawes her knife.
Bring licence from Elizian souls to me;
Come, come, thou quick Physitian, welcome now,
Thy medicines to my poor panting soul,
No tears shall hinder virtue of thy will,
Nor Ivory breast turn point of steely form;
So then I come Hollarro, dear Hollarro,
[stabs.
To which place thou'l follow me, woe, woe, woe.
Now I will frame and ocean for my soul
Of pure blood, to hoyst a Gallie in.
And its same say I shall aim at no port else,
But the Hollarro, Hollarro of my joy,
So spend you drops and make a quick convoy,
Drench all my soul to make that great deluge;
But if your wandring channels run to him,
Inform his ear my heart was th'messenger,
And for his own dear soul I bleed my last,
I wrong my soul to stay the time so long:
[stabs again.
Now then you happy Nymphs, make passage free,
Let no foul ghost turn back my bloody hand,
Though grim Prometheus vulture's tear my breast,
Yet still my journey tempers all those paines.
Then Jove that loves Diana's Nymph that's fair,
Ruling the whole universe in form,
Send down a smiling look, take pitty of
Her, who doth welter in her own hot blood,
As in the great red Sea, whose water boyls,
The time begins to challenge priviledge:
Oh, oh, I fail; oh, oh, I fail, and come,
Now, now, methinks, whole Kingdoms come to me:
Oh sweet sweet Musick, and a melody,
Hollarro, so I go, Hollarro—

[Falls and dyes, and lies on the Stage.