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Scene IV.

Enter to them Charita, Lucida.
Char.
Room for our Tree; for he is coming hither.

Angel.
Where did you finde him?

Lucid.
In that little Grove,
Which joyning to the Park makes up the Lantskip—
There hearing him to hallow.

Angel.
But what could he do there at midnight?

Char.
There
Making Orations to an Oak, he labour'd
T'induce the Nymph to render her self visible:
Our Deities that follow'd at a distance
Played their parts handsomly upon occasion:
He takes their word—but when he did propose,
To shew them where he was transform'd, our care,
To give you notice, made us come before.

Clar.
Since the occasion's offer'd lets embrace it,
Though honest Adrian has cause to curse it;
But since we can let us make up the jest.

Char.
Then we must hide our selves, I hear 'em there—
Anselm.—

Ans.
No, take no care of me Charita,
Lest he should seize again upon his Trunk,
Ile be a Tree, and act the Demi-god.

Clar.
But he perceives you.—

Char.
Oh good Gods—speak low.

Ans.
The hole is so profound he cannot see me.

(Anselm gets into the Tree, and the rest hide themselves.)