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Scene I.

Zelmura, Sola.
Zelm.
He's dead, and thus far my designs are blest,
Since of the Throne, I solely am possest,
The name of Goddess, bright divinely fair,
Has charm'd me so, methinks, I am all air,
The Gods, why have not I more pow'r then they,
Men dare not me, but most them disobey,
This head that never wanted a design,
To satisfie ambition, shall divine
Into the peoples hearts when factious grown,
And wrest out their intentions with a frown,
But whilst my mind in these affairs, I move,
I play the tyrant with my Smoother'd Love.
My heart with Passion for the Prince it warm'd,
And he is with my Sisters beauty charm'd;
But thrive my Plots that bud with tender growth,
And what he now admires he then shall loath.
Mileta,

Milet.
—Maddam.

Zelm.
—Set Amasis free.
[Exit Melet.
And bid her wait me in the Gallery,
Shall theams of Vertue make Zelmura pine,
All ills of womens frailty I resign
I bear a Spirit brave and masculine,
My pleasures are my Gods, and passions birth,
Uncurb'd, and lawless is my Heaven on Earth.

[Exit.