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Scen. 6.

Celerinus, Gervoron, & Bellerrio.
Cel.
Mars, Armocares, is still our friend,
The mounting Eagle soars upon the wind,
And makes pale Moon a Diadem to her Crown,
And so all language smiles with hollowing cryes,
To shew our force like the Athenian,
Great Agatho, strange man of might, but weak
Unto our souls, who are Hyperions Son,
They stood like Pigmies, while we Albions
And Bergions stood to oppose the wrath;
Their Towns are ours, we'l make a happy skie,
Present a prosperous morn unto our souls;
And when crystall Aurora gives the foy!
To Cynthia's wandring Chariot, then I'le give,
And all divide the Land according to the place
Of every Souldier, the whole Kingdom shall
Be in fragments.

Ger.
Great King, the appointment of your sun-bright
Judgement, gives peace and plenty to our minds,
Whole Regions of a violentiall form is turn'd
To peace, her wishes in a splendent case;
And as the aggregate of future losse,
Is over-vail'd by joy of present time;
Even, so your sacred will stops envies teeth,
To give this Kingdome in a recompence.

Cel.
Though Maulinus, they were noble in their deeds,
To use the chain of liberty with friends,
The Phœnix of that age, which rob'd the time
With his best deeds, are trifles to my vote;
I hope my time will not prove like Cavinus,
But live to see my men in silver forests,
Urania's I vre shall not content the mind,
Nor Aruns Lute so well as gift will do,
To morrow morning it shall be confirm'd.

Bell.
Your royall Majesty hath shap'd my lot;
If Achilles were here, and Pargamus,
Their fame could be no greater then ours won;
Neptune and Nereus conspir'd with all one vote,
And Titans rays for to redeem your Land,
And, noble Leige, you have fulfil'd your part.

Ger.
The storm is over of great rage and War,
Rhenus her waves ne'r flowed with Nilus tides,
To make a fertile soyl, may be compar'd
To this your most King-like decree of fame.

Cel.
Here I Ulysses, they Alcanders stand,
While the Troys blades strike dead those Sarpedons,
The Agonius god is at command:
I'le do what pleaseth fancy of my care,
Though Alexanders fame runs much in world,
Yet bounty takes the place of all his acts,
Alecto, and the other two, cannot
Withdraw the purpose that I have decreed;
So we'l begon, to morrow is the day.

[Exeunt Cel. Ger., manet Bellerrio.
Bell.
Where's now Lerenica? sure, speed will drive
Her feet, to make a ranscat for her bold
Attempt, I shall be King or Prince, the King
Fore-tells, by service I did perform;
The brazen Gates of Hell dare not withstand
The bilbow blades of my great thundering arm:
[Finds Lerenica.
But stay, what's this? the spoils of some strange story,
'Tis not Lerenica sure, her face is black,
A contrary climate to her element;
I'le clense thy face to see with sorrows eyes,
Sure't cannot be fair Lerenica;
Let's see thy chin, thy finger and thy ring;
Oh las, it is the signature I gave
To her dear soul. oh curst Bellerrio,
I have done wrong for to defame my King,
And lose my Dame, a mock-star of the Sun;
Oh slavery of Heirs, to fight and die
By that great War I overcame by blows;
Let one Urn conclude both of our ashes,
A servile man unto my sorrow: no,
This arm shall send a weapon to my heart,
No policy shall work by quick design,
To turn the mind that hangs on that same string;
She's dead, she's dead, and stab'd her selfe for griefe,
By home-bred strife, and a full stretcht arm;
What, shall I live to see those dayes of woe,
With this my body, and want the life of th'soul?
No, sure I may with Carthaginians,
Be buried quick as Philenius were,
Make Celerinus prove to me a Cyrene
Oh that would be a joyfull day to see,
Such a mutation in my barbarous plot;
Or like Orpheus wife Euridice,
Be stung with the Aristæan Adder,
And so cause end to this my gloomy light:
But these afford no aid unto my dying soul,
Then let me be with Babylonian dame,
To Dirces fish converted, in moment,
That all Pallanian dames may hiss my woe,
To see my foul and unreserving thought;
Let flocking furies strangle breath within
Such a presumptious soul, to venture it;
I caus'd her death, then death must recompence
That virgins act; I must, I must then dye,
The battle's ended, but in arms with me,
Such objects fright my inner vitalls sense,
[Draws his sword.
So thou must be my friend when all forsake;
A happy key to open death the Gate.
Cut, cut, the veins, that hath wrought such a foe,
To fair Lerenica in her resting sleep:
Then here I come with a most sweet content,
[stabs
With Cancus bird, to pine away with mirth, oh—oh—
The pangs begin to work, I leave this place
To be surnam'd (Bellerrio's comfort
With Lerenica)—

[Falls and dies, so they are both convey'd off the Stage.