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Scene 5.

Lindamor, Galatæa, Silva, Ligdamon.
Lindamor.
What strange Disorder we in each part find!

Galatæa.
As if the world were forsook of Mankind.

Ligdamon.
With one Consent all from themselves are fled.

Lindamor.
Nor hath the chasing of a Foe this bred,
Unless the feavor of distemp'red Broils
Hath made him to forget his better Spoils.

Silva.
The wandring flocks do stray without their Guides.

Lindamor.
Some Panick Terror thus their Fear derides.

Galatæa.
Adamas enters, kneels and kisses her hand.
Here's one will clear our Doubts; Adamas, why
Thus all hid, lost, or dead?

Adamas.
Madam! that I
Must leave our Lovers to relate; But know,
Fair Princess, thus our Joys do overflow.

Galatæa.
We have in part had thereof a Report,
Which is one Cause why hither we resort.

Adamas.
Madam, your Vassal still receives from you
Additions of Honor; One more endew
My zealous Duty, your Aventure show.

Galatæa.
'Tis crowned in Polemas overthrow,
By this blest Hand, with which I come to tie,
Takes Lindamor by the hand.
In Hymens rights, our purest Amity.

Adamas.
My feeble Sense, like an o'refruitful Tree,
Threatens my Ruine, thus o'recharg'd to be.

Galatæa.
But why us thus your Company bereft?

Adamas.
He turns behind him & shews the maskers who plac't in several postures as discoursing with their Mistrisses. The figure is a round mount incompassed with Sicamors, and in the mid'st is a greater, that o'respreads all the rest.
To render more agreeable my Theft,
See Madam.

Galatæa.
Hah! a lovely spectacle!

Lindamor.
A fair Troop!

Ligdamon.
A smiling Miracle!

A Chorus appearing (consisting of Shepherds) in order, at some distance one behind another, on either side of the Scene, by degrees approach to the frontispiece thereof, singing as followeth: Which ended, and they retir'd, the Shepherds descend and dance their Masque.
SONG.
Chorus.
Chorus.

Adamas.
First, I restore what I bereft by Craft.

Takes Celadon by the hand and leads him to Galatea.
Galatæa.
Celadon, Cupid hath exchang'd his Shaft;
But still I love thee, though with other Flames.

Adamas.
The like by Paris or Ergaste. She courteously receives them; they kiss her hand.
These my exchanged Sons have changed Names.

Galatæa.
Mysterious Joys!

Adamas.
My Niece doth humbly crave
Kisses her hand.
Your Pardon and your Favour she may have.

Galatæa.
Receive it with my Grace, and thanks to all;
Such meeting Joys Mortals seldom befall.

Lindamor.
Now let us to the holy Temple haste,
Each may Loves long wisht fruitful Harvest taste.

Galatæa.
Which shall with full Delight our Spirits move,
When each recites the Story of his Love.

Where at the Chorus of the Shepherds placed in their first stations, sing as followeth.
Song.
Chorus.
Chorus.

Whereat the Theater is opened, and both Companie uniting themselves, spend the rest of the Night in their accustomed Dances.