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Scen. 8.

Serpilla, Ormino, Sireno, Narete.
Serp.
What mournful Ay me's, what indiscreet
Importunate laments, does thus per turbe,
Our comon joys, in which both earth & heaven
Do seem to smile upon this happy Isle?
Narete, Siren', and Ormino too.
You happy Shepheards of these happy fields,
You blessed fathers of an issue blest,
Cease from your sad laments, and chear again
Those mournful voices now grown hoarse with cryes,
Dry up those eyes, and let them weep no more,
Or if they weep let them weep tears of joy,
And not of grief, for lo behold I come
The cheerfull messenger of happy news.

Orm.
Siren' what can this be?

Sir.
Alass I cannot see which way to hope
For the least shew of comfort.

Nar.
O soul abased by excessive grief,
Canst thou repose so little confidence
In heaven which can do wonders?

Serp.
Go presently unto the temple, go
And there see Thirsis and his Phillis too,
See both your children there, whom long ago
You gave for lost, and mourn for now as dead.
Go to the temple, and you there shall see
Amyntas and his Celia, both of them
Your children too, and enemies before,
Profest to love, who yet were even now
For love both hasting to a wilful death:
Why do I hold you thus, and one by one
Declare your joyes? go to the temple straight,
And there behold this Isle, this little Isle,
Fill'd with as great a joy, as much content
As such a little Isle can comprehend.
The sad despairing lovers are espous'd,
This Island from an horrid tribute freed.
The day is come, O thousand thousand times
Most happy day, the day is come when once
This little Isle is set at liberty.

Sir.
O you supernal powers!

Orm.
Serpilla!

Ser.
But
Why doe you still delay the time, the hours,
The flitting hours of mans quick fading life
Are too too short, and too too long the woes
That doe attend it still, doe not retard your bliss,
Go to the temple straight, go you your selves
And their behold your joyes.

Sir.
Lets go Ormino, lets go, that once
Yet ere we dye these eyes of ours may be
Blest with this unexpected happiness.

Orm.
Lets go but whither? thou Sireno guide
My fainting steps, for I know not which way
To move my trembling foot.