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THE SECOND ACT.

Enter Pyrrhus and Urania.
Pyrr.
Come fair Urania, think upon the honour
To be a Mistress to a King, sounds it not Well?

Uran.
It is an Honour I should not envy her
That sought my ruine! I will ne're forsake
My Vertue, for a little outward splendor.

Pyrr.
Is Love a Vice Urania? why did Nature
Make us all Vicious, when she did immerse
Love in the very beings of all Creatures:
Go search the Universe, and shew me there
What but affrighted man is not as free
To satisfie his Love as Thirst or Hunger;
Beasts ne're dispute the Lawfulness of what is
Natural.

Uran.
'Tis well, my Lord, when you intend
Unlawful Loves to instance not in men
But Beasts—but let me ever be
Of that affrighted Number that follow vertue.

Pyrr.
Come, come, Urania! Love, like men, was free,
E're Pow'r and Laws had taught 'em both the use
Of Chains, and Fetters: Nature ne're Confin'd
Her Noblest Creature to the Narrow'st Prison,
Nor gave him Inclinations to torment him.

Uran.
But, since those Laws are made; I will obey

Pyrr.
But when thy Prince, Urania (who in right
Abridges all thy other Liberties)
Shall offer to restore thee this, thou maist
As freely take it as thou might'st the rest.

Uran.
but all the power he has can never cancel
That obligation which I owe to Heaven.

Pyrr.
Nay, now my work is almost at an end,
When Women come to argue once the thing
It is a kind of yielding.

Uran.
Ah my Lord,
Pray add not injury to my Misfortune,
But know, that all the baits you lay before me,
Shall ne're allure me to put off that true
Content I have in being Innocent.

Pyrr.
Well! I perceive you make me toil in vain;
You fool your self, not me; pray hear your doom:
The King's resolv'd to leave you but this Choice
Either to Love, or die; to be the subject
Of his Revenge, or Pleasure; answer quickly,
And answer Wisely; for believ't, Urania,
If you refuse his Love, this hour's your last.

Uran.
Sure Sir, the King's more just.

Pyrr.
By Heaven, it's true.

Uran.
Then Heav'ns more merciful; Unfortunate
Unfortunate Urania! what canst thou do?

Pyrr.
What? thou canst grant the Kings desires and live:
Come, be brief, here's one at hand will have small
Pity on you.

Uran.
Oh, my Lord, pity me, pity a distrest Maid.

[Kneels and weeps.
Pyrr.
Pity your self, and pity a Prince that loves you:
Come, do not cast away your self; you'r young,
And, if you please, may have many years to live,
(And pleasant Ones) be wise e're it be too late.

Uran.
My Lord! what shall I do?

Pyrr.
Why love the King—

Uran.
And must I loose my Innocence?

Pyrr.
Come rise,
Urania live, the King will strait be with you—
Ex. Pyrrhus.

Uran.
Wretched Urania.
I am undone, for evermore undone;
Lost to the World, or Innocence; my choice
Is either to be wicked, or to die.
Oh Heaven! what black, what fatal Star
Gave sad Misfortune at my birth?
How happy had I been had I still dwelt
With those who wear poor Cloaths; and honour vertue?
(Whose pure Chast Loves made Love a Deity!
What will my Mother say when she shall hear
Urania is not Innocent? and what
Will my brave Lover think; who near approach'd me
But with a Flame as pure, as that which burns
On holy Vesta's Altars; no, no, die
Vnfortunate, but chaste Urania,
Never be thrifty of that blood, which must
But serve to blush that it preserv'd it self.

Enter Endymion.
Endym.
Ah dear Urania! why these tears?

Uran.
Oh, my Lord, Urania is undone!

Endym.
Not so because Endymion lives; Know
Urania's ruine never can be writ
But with Endymions blood.—

Uran.
Undone beyond
All your relief, because to help me is
To be a Traytor now.

Endym.
If to assist
My Queen, be to rebel, then let me wear
Tee glorious name of Traytor.

Uran.
Ah my Lord, you know not what I mean.

Endym.
Yes, yes, (my Dear)
'Tis that for which I had rewarded Pyrrhus,
(Had not Cleantha then call'd back my hand.)

Uran.
I must this very hour consent, or die.

Endym.
Have comfort; I will help you yet, but know
My dear Urania I have lov'd thee long,
And with a holy Flame, my Sighs and Tears
Have been as pure, as are those Gales and Springs
which in Elizium do refresh the blest:
And yet thou hast not pitty'd him that loves thee,
Even though thou be'st as gentle, and as soft
As morning dew just melting into Ayre.

Uran.
What shall I serve you in my Lord?

Endym.
Permit
Me to enjoy the Title of your servant,
And pay my fire with equal flames again.

Uran.
My Lord, I were ingrateful if I should not.

Endym.
Then be not so, but (to be short) I fear
The Kings approach, and therefore if thou'lt promise
This night to sleep within my armes (being first
Authoriz'd by Hymens Priest)
I'le free thee from the Kings unlawful Love.

Uran.
What's to be done in this sad Exigence?—
aside.
(To him)
My Lord, I will, but satisfie me, how?

Endym.
You must appoint the King to meet you there,
In yonder Grotto, and oblige him to
The Language, and the time of Love, soft Whispers,
And the Night; and I'le prepare
Some other Woman to supply your place;
This will gain time till to morrow, when
I'le own you to the King to be my Wife:
Then the respect to all my Loyal services
Will make him quench his now Unruly Passion.

Uran.
Ah, who will be so wicked as to meet him?

Endym.
Enow, ne're fear it.

Uran.
Sure 'tis impossible!
What Woman would consent to such an Act?

Endym.
Ten thousand, Madam!

Uran.
But they shall not for me,
I'le rather chuse a Thousand times to die,
Then own a wretched Life, sav'd at the rate
Of so much infamy.

Endym.
Come, be content,
Chaste Soul; I'le do what you shall well approve;
My dear, I must retire, I fear the King:
Now act thy part, and then confide in me;
Be happy fair Urania, I am blest
That my employment is to do thee service.
(Ex. Endymion.

Uran.
Ah, dear Endymion! how could I weep
If tears were able but to wash away
The blackness of my Crime? now thou hast thought
To lead me from the Labyrinth of my Woes,
The next thing I must think must be to cheat
All thy Innocent expectations, which
Are every of them Honours to my self,
And condescentions in thy noble Soul;
I must endeavour at this very time
To frustrate all thy hopes, and cannot help it.

—weeps
Enter King.
King.
And why with Showres allay you thus your Beams?

Uran.
These tears and more are due to my Misfortunes.

King.
How's this, Pyrrhus told me you had consented.

Uran.
With what Face can I say yes to the King?
Tho' I but feign consent, and mean to cheat him.—
Aside.
It is Immodest sure—it cannot sit
A Womans Mouth.

King.
Are you not yet resolv'd?
What means this doubt? Consent to my desires,
And you shall live ador'd and fear'd by all;
The Kingdom shall rejoyce at all your smiles,
And tremble at your frowns: But if you do not—

Uran.
Is there no other way to save my life?

King.
Come, do not trifle thus to tempt my rage.

Uran.
Good Sir, be not angry; I will.

King.
My dear Urania! now be happy, let's withdraw.
This place is much too publick for our Love.—

Uran.
Let me not lose all Modesty at once,
But let Sin take possession by degrees,
I have some sparks of Vertue yet remaining
Which will require some time to quench.

King.
I am impatient of delays, in this
My Expectation makes each hour a day;
Come follow me, and be obedient.

Uran.
Stay but till night, my guilty blushes may
Be hid in darkness then, a season fit
For actions that may shame the wicked doers.

King.
This, tho' it be hard to grant, I'le not deny.

Uran.
And I beseech your Majesty let's Whisper so
That none may over-hear us when we meet;
I am now affraid of every little thing
That looks like danger.

King.
Fear not; none shall hear us

Uran.
I have one thing more, but 'tis the chief of all

King.
Name it Urania, what e're it be:
After this boon of thine, there's not a thing
In all the World I can deny thee

Uran.
Endymion oft has made Addresses to me;
And has been still repuls'd, which makes him have
Such wary Eyes upon me, that I fear
I cannot be secure, but by his absence:
I beseech your Majesty, let him be sent
So far from Court that he cannot return
Until to morrow morning at the soonest:
This Sir, upon my Knees I beg you'l grant.

King.
Rise, and ask something worth my giving.

Uran.
I think this so; pray Sir deny me not.

King.
I'le instantly perform what you enjoin.—
Ex. King.

Uran.
Thus, thus, I must reward the brave Endymion;
Thus my Engagement to him is made void;
But I will recompence him with my Tears
That's all the Expiation I can make.

Enter Neander meeting her going out.
Nean.
Madam, your most obedient servant.

Uran.
Sir, I beseech you let me go.—

Nean.
How am I confounded with your Beauty?—

Uran.
I am not now dispos'd for Mirth,—

Nean.
So absolute that Nature seem'd to have collected
All her scatter'd strength.—

Uran.
My Lord—

Nean.
To shew it in one perfect piece.

Uran.
Detain me not—

Nean.
And has e're since been idle—

Uran.
My Lord, the Princess expects me!

Nean.
As if she had done enough in making you.—

Uran.
I cannot stay.—

Nean.
Such an accomplish'd beauty, that—

Uran.
What means this rudeness?—

Nean.
She seems to have out-done her self.—

Uran.
Why Neander?—

Nean.
In this incomparable Model.—

Uran.
What torment's this?

Nean.
She has shown such admirable skill.—

Uran.
Oh! what Immodesty is this?—

Nean.
That all submit to your Victorious Eyes.—

Uran.
What have I done you shou'd affront me thus?—

Nean.
Which do like Lightning dazle—

Uran.
For Heav'ns sake let me go?—

Nean.
Whose high insinuating pow'r is such—

Uran.
I am oblig'd to you Sir, Fare you well.

[She gets loose, he follows her.
Nean.
It melts the Soul, though it does not
Touch the body.—
Ex. Urania.

So! now 'tis out; I had been most abominably heart burnt if I had
kept it in; 'This Love passion, if I had not vented it as it rose,
would have swell'd me as much as a Fit of the Mother.

Here comes Evadne; What
(Enter Evadne.
Can I say, to her? 'Slife I have spent all my Stock already.—

Dearest Evadne, fairest Murdress, thou hast slain Neander with thy
pretty Eyes.

Embraces her.
Evad.

And do you apprehend me for it Sir?

Nean.

That flower in your bosome is far happier than I; That
fain would live, and you to kill it place it in your bosome: I would
fain live too and you to kill me, thence will keep me out.

Evad.

Here's such killing and slaying at Court,

That you had as good have gone to War with the Prince for ought
I see.

Nean.

A death from your fair hand, I wou'd embrace.

Evad.

Ay, this kind of dying put's a man to no pain, but to be
run through the Lungs, or shot through the Body is mighty inconvenient.

Nean.

Ay, 'faith is it.—

Evad.

But 'tis honourable.

Nean.

For my part, I cannot possibly find what honour there is
in having Oylet-holes made in a mans body: 'Slife a Mans body is
not made to see through, is it? and yet I know some Duelling
Coxcombs so often run through, as if their bodies were intended
Through-fares for Swords.—

Evad.

But I hope you have more prudence then to venture that
danger.

Nean.

If I be run through, may I be pickl'd up when I am dead
like a Sturgeon, & be seru'd up to the Table of an old Mangy Usurer.

Evad.

I will say this in your Commendations, that when danger
presents it self, I believe there is not a man in all Arcadia so active
as your self, I mean so swift of Foot.

Nean.
Not so, Madam, indifferent, indifferent!

Evad.
But suppose Sir I should stand in need of a Champion.

Nean.
O Madam! your Eyes will revenge your Quarrels.

Evad.
Or they must be unreveng'd for you!

Nean.
Nay, Madam, in a Lady's Cause I can be a Lyon.

Evad.
When you meet with a Lamb.

Nean.
Nay, Madam! I have Courage, but I must confess,
'Tis a thing a man may better spare then any of his
Goods and Chattels.

Evad.
Yes, yes, you have Courage, witness the going to
The War when you were commanded!

Nean.

It was not want of that; But who the Devil, that had a
plentifull Estate, like me, and might live among these pretty Ladies
at the Court, would go to lie without Sheets, with Stones and
Blocks, for Pillows, and be most honourably Lowsie, and damnably
maul'd, for a company of ungrateful Fellows, that live Luxuriously
at home, and laugh at the Honourable Affairs abroad? and when
they have done, they value these Mighty men of War, just as a man
does a Creditor that Duns him for Money lent, which he never intended
to pay.

Enter Geron.
Evad.

What would this old jealous Fop have?

Ger.

Nay, now I will not hang my self yet: I'le be reveng'd on
this Lord first—My Lord—

Nean.
Pox o' this Rogue, how I scorn any one that's below me,
What say you Geron?

(Geron
aside.)
Furies pursue him.
How does your Lordship?

Nean.
Very well! how does your Lady?

Ger.
'Tis he has done it, a Curse on him.

Aside.
Nean.

Why how now? what do you Conjure? what's the
matter?

Ger.

I need not Conjure, I know the Father now.

(To himself.
Nean.

Why what do'st thou mutter man?

Ger.

My Lord! why shou'd you ask for my Wife?

Nean.

Because I am Civil.

Ger.

Because I am a Cuckold.

(Aside.
Nean.

Pox on thee, why do'st not speak out?

Evad.

Your Servant, my Lord, suppose by this time my Lord
Endymion has left the Queen.

Nean.

I beseech you let me wait on your Ladyship

(Exeunt.
Ger.

This is the man! 'tis he; Why should he ask for my Wife?
Suppose I have a Wife, what's that to him, must he needs be asking
for her presently? This Rascal Neander, this Villain that I dare not
say any thing to; not because he's Valiant, for then it would not
grieve me, but because he's a Lord, which he could no more help,
then I can that I am a Cuckold: Here's another Lord too.

Enter Endymion.
Endym.

O Geron! how is't with you?

Ger.

Your Servant, my Lord.

Endym.

How does Phronesia?

Ger.

Here's another, what Two Lords to make one Cuckold?

Endym.

What, are you mute? has any Misfortune befaln your
Wife?

Ger.

Too much has befaln me I am sure: 'Sdeath I am Cuckolded
and laught at too: you do not well my Lord to use me
thus.

Endym.

You make me wonder Geron! what are you distracted?

Ger.

And you have made me a Cuckold among you I am sure;
a sweet one I thank you for't.

(To himself.
Enter a Page and delivers a Letter to Endymion, at which he withdraws a little.
Ger.
My Lord I take my leave: you have bus'ness—
[Aside.]
A Curse on you all.
(Ex. Geron.

Endymion
reads.

My Lord,

We are informed that there happen'd last night a Mutiny in our
Castle at Argos: It is our pleasure therefore immediately
on sight hereof you take a convenient Number of our Light-horse, and go
thither, and use your best Endeavours to appease it, and bring with you
the principal Actors therein, to receive such punishment as their Crimes
shall deserve.

Basilius Rex.

Where will not Misfortune find me out?
Sure Fortune has more Eyes than those that say
She has none; Else how could she still hit
The self-same mark.—
This night, when I suppos'd within thy Armes,
Thy Armes, my Dear, to have scorn'd all the World,
To have pity'd Monarchs, and look'd down on Kings,
Thus to be hurry'd thence?—but stay!—I sin,
I sin like all the World, who never think
That every other part is well, if but
One Finger pains them. I am happy that
I have gain'd her Love, which can no more
Change than a Star his Course, or Fate
Her Everlasting Laws; and I'me to fail
But one night of my Promise;—but that night
Is a whole Age,—yet I must go,—O Heaven!—
I dare not go to take my leave of her:
One look of hers would tempt me to Rebellion.
Here she comes! Heaven! what shall I do?

Enter Cleantha and Urania.
Clean.
My Lord!
In what Condition did you leave the Queen,
That she's retir'd at this unusual hour?

Endym.
Madam, her Majesty was very well; but thoughtful!—
(Aside)
How is my Loyalty already shaken—
I cannot longer endure the shock—I'le write to her
To excuse my absence.—Your Highness humble servant,
Your servant Madam.
Ex Endymion.

Clean.
He seem'd as if he had disorder in his
Thoughts, and yet methinks it did become him too.

(She sighs.
Uran.
Why does your Highness thus afflict your self?

Clean.
Wretched Cleantha! yet too Fortunate
In that which Fools call happiness; O Fate!
Why do'st thou thus abuse the World, to make
Some high, some low; yet every one alike
Unhappy? what e're our stations be,
We meet in this sad Center—Misery.

Uran.
Madam, you are more happy then you think you are.

Clean.
Those whom Fate does destine to such Plagues,
As would break forth through private windows, it
Does place in Mighty Palaces, and with
External splen or hides their Inward griefs
From Common-peoples Eyes, while they, poor Souls,
Admire what (did they understand) they'd pity.

Uran.
How many that behold your Highness walk,
Attended by the proudest Youths of Greece,
And Gayer much than Tulips in the Spring,
Do think you, every Minute, happier far
Then Cowards, condemn'd, are when their Pardons read,
And Every Lady in Arcadia,
But wretched, when compar'd to your bright Fortune.

Clean.
Whilst poor Cleantha, at that very time,
Envy's some Village Maid, that Russet wears,
(The Livery of those Sheep she does attend)
And freely favours the poor Swain she loves,
And sleeps at night—Cleantha's oft admir'd,
And her great Titles reckon'd up, whilst she,
Does in her Closet, weep she is not less.
Poor Endymion! how little dar'st thou think
My Thoughts; or I dare say them to thee?

Uran.
Should Endymion speak,
You then would hate him for his Confidence,
A Crime of which he never can be guilty.

Clean.
Nay, should he speak, in that he would forfeit
The very thing I love him for, that rest
He finds in the Elizium of his thoughts,
And those true satisfactions which he takes
In being all the World unto himself.

Enter Evadne and Neander
Evad.
Sir, I beseech you do not follow me,
It would incense my Father much against me
If he shou'd see you.

Nean.
Madam, never mind
What old Gray people in their Wisdom talk of,
They'd Cross us out of Envy to our youth;
For when the Wine of Love is drawn out of 'em,
They live some years by its Vinegar, spight.

Clean.
Poor Lady, how she's pister'd with yon gaudy Nothing.

Enter Phronesia, and after Geron.
Phro.
O Madam! we shall have a Ball to night,

The Queen will entertain his Majesty, and desires your Highness
to be ready.

Clean.

I attend her pleasure.

Ger.

Hell take that Clogg of mine; how overjoy'd she is to
have an opportunity to show her self, and lay baits for young Gudgeons?

Nean.

Let me Consider how I may look

He puls out of his Pocket a Looking-glass.

amiably in the fight of the Ladies; let me see,
a Patch or two here, and a little more red
here—very well; this Face of mine cannot chuse but charm them!

Ger.

Well Minion, there's a Ball; but let me but see you dare
to look upon any man but my self there, and by all the villanies of
thy Sex, I'le tear thy flesh from thy bones, and hang thy Skeleton
up in a Physick School.

[She shrinks from him.
Clean.

How now Geron, what in passion with your Wife?

Ger.

O no: and 'please your Highness I cannot be angry with any
one I love so well.

Phro.

Ah, Madam! he threatens to tear my flesh from my
bones, and 't please your Highness.

Clean.

Geron! do you know before whom you do this?

Ger.

Certainly, my dear, thou art distracted, how com'st thou
to mistake thy self so; Madam, I have a great Tenderness for her as
I have for my own eyes, Heaven knows.

Nean.

They deserve much alike; his Eyes are Blood-shot, Rhumatick
and Blind, and his Wife Ugly, Insolent and Froward.

Ger.

If thou knew'st, my dear Phronesia, how great a value I have
for thee, thou would'st not thus have injur'd me.

Clean.

So, this is well; but Urania and Evadne let us go wait
upon the Queen: Neander, stay you here.

Ex. Clean. Uran. Evad.
Nean.

I like not that so well, I love this Evadne most abominably.

Ger.

Prithee! my Dear, harbour not so ill thoughts of thy loving
Husband till death; Geron—you Strumpet, I'le make you
know what 'tis to use me thus.

Phro.

My Lord Neander help, or this old Wizard will murder
me; Avant Belzebub.

Nean.
Hold Geron!
Here's a Fellow I may show my Valour on;
[Aside.
He is old, and Cowardly: Oh, that all Hectors had the
Same discretion in the Choice of their men that I have,
They would not be so often beaten as they are; Now
Will I prove as good a Knight Errant as the best of 'em,
And rescue this distress'd Lady.

Ger.
Huswife, to morrow will come.—

Phro.

My Lord! 'Pray take my part against this wicked old
Jealous, Toothless, Impotent fellow.

Nean.

Do you hear Sir! do but dare to think of injuring this

Lady, and I will take you, and slice you, and salt you, and broyl
you upon a Grid-iron, as they do a Neck of Mutton; Rogue I will,
look for't: Now methinks I huffe as bravely as the best of 'em all;
when I find no resistance.

Ger.

A Curse on him; without question this is he that has
done me the Injury: If I cannot get my Wife with Child, must he
do't for me with a Murrain to him.

Nean.

What's that you mutter Sir: Come immediately and
Reverence this Lady, or by my Courage, (which 'thank Heaven
he thinks too great to question) and by the Soul of my Friend Alexander,
I'le make as many holes in thy old musty Body, as there
are in the inside of a Dove-house.

Ger.

I must do't; I may be cut off else in the flower of my
age.

Nean.

D' you hear Sir, when I say the word, make your honour
to her.

Phro.

Ay, my Lord, teach him his duty to me.

Ger.

Alas! your Lordship mistakes me, she is a most admirable
Lady; I hold her next my heart.

Nean.

Come, do't then, and look you serve her, and adore her,
d'ye hear Sir.

Ger.

My dearest pretty Duckling, thy most humble servant to
command.—

Phro.

Ay, this is as it should be.—

Ger.
with a kind look]

Must you have your Stallions, and your
Bravo's too, you most abominable Strumpet; I will cut your throat
infallibly.

Phro.

Ah, my Lord, he threatens me again; I beseech your
Lordship give him due correction for his Insolence.

Ger.

This is insufferable, that a Man must be affraid to Chastise
his own Wife for fear of her blustering Gallants.

Nean.

You Hell-hound, come and be Friends with her; and kiss
her instantly, or thou shalt not draw thy perfidious breath two minutes
longer.—Peace, peace, the Queen's a coming Sir, I'le think
of you another time!

Enter Priest and Queen.
Priest.
Madam, I hope your Majesty will, in this
Slight trouble, still preserve that noble Temper
Which hitherto has guided all your actions.
The Sin is but in Embrio, yet, we'll stifle it
Before it is brought forth; you have found
The Intention, and may well prevent the act.

Qu.
I cannot but resent the injury,
My Lord intends to do himself, and me:
Poor Prince! I pity him, and oh that Heaven
Wou'd do so too, and vouchsafe one beam
To his benighted Breast, to let him see
How mean a thing it is, softly to creep, at
Cowardly Midnight, to his bed of sin:
But I am resolv'd to hide my resentments,
And design'd this little Entertainment for that
Purpose—Here comes the King.

(Enter King and Pyrrhus.
Pyrr.
Sir! Urania assures me she will not
Fail as soon as the Dance is over.

King.
Go you, and see yon Grotto then prepar'd.

Pyrr.
It shall be fitted for the Scene of Love.
I shall make haste to wait on your Commands.

King.
Then all I have to do is to make some fair
Pretence to the Queen for my absence:
How does my Queen? What no more Company?

Qu.

I need none, now I have found my Lord, who is to me all
Company.

King.
She still obliges me so, I cannot think
Of my Urania's Love, but with regret.

Queen.
Will your Majesty please to sit and see this Entry.

King.
With all my heart.

Dance with Gittars and Castanietta's.
Qu.
How does this please you Sir?

King.
I am a little disorder'd on the sudden: I am not well.

Qu.
Heav'n guard you Sir, what is the matter?

King.

'Tis not much, but I hope this Nights rest will make me
well.

Qu.

Sure Sir, you do not well to tarry here.

King.

I do not, Madam; I'le Retire: Good night.

Qu.

Nay, give me leave Sir to attend you.

King.

No! I will not draw you from the Entertainment this
pleasant Evening may afford you, Madam.

Qu.

Alas! dear Sir! you injure me to think that that that same Evening
that gives pain to you; Can give me pleasure.

King.
My dear! I am not sick.
I onely am a little indispos'd,
I'le beg your pardon to retire this night,
But pray stay you, and take no further Care,
Till at your own appartment I see you
To morrow morning.

Qu.
Sir! your will is still my Law.

King.
Once more good Night—

Ex.
Qu.
Poor Prince! now little do'st thou think
How soon thou art to meet with her thou fly'st,
That wife that still has been so constant!
Oh! how ridiculous
Just Heaven does make the wayes of men,
When they forsake the wayes of Vertue.
This brave Prince,
(At whose Victorious Armies Greece now trembles)
When he contrives inglorious actions, shall
At the same time, be pity'd by his servants,
And a poor Girl, shall up-braid him, in
Contriving to preserve him vertuous:
How do men ravel back to Child-hood, when
They cease to be thy Children, sacred Vertue!
And need the Care of every little person,
That what they call for may not do 'em harm.

Priest.
Not to be subject to temptation is
A priviledge onely had in th' other world,
And yet I hope, Madam, what you design
Will him from his intended Crime defend,
Use you the means, and Heaven will crown the End.

Exeunt.