 | Filli Di Sciro. Or Phillis of Scyros
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Scen. 1.
PERINDO.
O sacriledge! the royal image of
Our mighty Lord, the King of mighty Kings,
Before whose throne so many knees doe bow
His Image on the ground? See thou divine,
Thou sacred Idol, low to thee I bend,
And prostrate at thy foot thus lay my head;
But thou unhappy wretch who ere thou art,
Out of whose hand the sacred image fell:
Who ere thou art, thou dyest, nor can he live
'Gainst whom high heaven is so far incens'd
As to permit him cast his life away
With his own proper hands. But who was he
Who was that impious wretch? how shall we learn
A way to find him out? This Task must be
Orontes care, within whose power doth rest
The law it self, much more the punishment;
To him I flye, and 'tis enough for me
If I make him acquainted with the fact.
But I may wander well out of my way.
Yet I was here (if I mistake it not)
This very morning with Oronte, yes,
This is the very place, and this the path
By which we came, by this we did return,
And tis the shorter way. Shepheard, O ho!
The ready way unto the tents?
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