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Enter the Grand Satyre.3 Sat.
Here comes one will tame you Sir.
G. Sa.
I am resolv'd nor though I can will greive.
speaks as to some within.
4 Sat.
The spies are brought.
G. Sat.
You have done well: Now see that one of you
Muster enough to guard these woods, whilst we
Afflict our punishments on these.
Sat.
I goe.
Exit.
G. Sat.
Come hither you that are the Master of
These woods, and think it nothing to destroy
Whole troops of Satyres. What wo'd you bestow
On us to set you free? wo'd you give up
Your Virgins to our use, and let us take
The beauties of your Land?
Omnes.
Destruction first.
Sat.
Nay you should enjoy them too, onely we—
Phil.
Wo'd crack their Maidenheads—
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And we sho'd then—
Phil.
Be married to them.
Sat.
Right.
Brac.
And leave our Lands to those
You get.
Sat.
Yes.
Omnes.
A halter first.
Sat.
Say so! Tear limbs.
From off the trees give them a welcome.
The meaner Satyres play on the Hooboys drest as though they were boughs, but in a distracted way.
Phil.
Strange Musique!
Lar.
The screech-Owles Dirge ere death.
Having plaid thus distractedly they play some acurate lesson.
Brac.
Their notes are chang'd.
Cleob.
And now they sound as when the dying Swan
Fills the Ecchoing woods with harmony.
Phil.
What shall become of poor Philaritus?
Cleob.
Wee'l dye incircled in each others armes.
Sat.
Fetch in the youths and let them sing the Songs
They have prepared.
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