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Scen. 5.
Enter Lariscus.Lar.
When by the current of you' Christall stream
I sate me down, a gentle slumber clos'd
These wearied eyes, and dreams transforming love,
Made beauty seem imperfect in her self,
For then, oh then, sad thoughts disturb'd my mind;
I sigh't forth that, which in my knowing sense
Was Heresie to think; so pure I know
Was Castarina's love, that to misdoubt,
Were breach of faith, and yet such fancies did
Arise within my troubled brain, I know
Not what to hope, or doubt. O fancy!
Thou works't too much upon my nature, and I
Am too too credulous of dreams; yet pass
Thou ill suspitions of my love, they shan't
Disturb my rest, which like to healthfull blood
Shall run in all my veins, and by my hopes
Create a new establisht peace, which shall
Extinguish fearfull thoughts, as Lucifer
Exhales the grosser vapours from the earth.
Then till Apollo's Oracle propounds
More cause of fear, I'le hope the best; this sweet
Soft Musique within.
Harmony tells me, I'm neer the sacred place
Which will resolve my doubts: And see! the Temple
Doors yeeld me a free access unto his Throne;
Yet I'le forbear to speak, till he have ceas'd
His Musique on his charming Lyre.
A Scene discovered, wherein Apollo is seen playing on his Harp, and two Sybils singing. Apollo falls from his former tone, and plays an Ayr, to which the Sybils sing.
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