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[Scene III.

Ye Pallace.]
Enter Juliana and Trivia at severall doors.
Jul.
Trivia, undone! my father knows I Love.

Tri.
And won't he, Madam, too your love approve?

Jul.
Ah, noe! noe cruell father storms more high,
Hee is resolv'd ye Princes both shall dye.
With mighty charms hee does them fetter'd keep
In ye Lethargick Labyrinths of sleep.
Six watchfull spirits tend them night and day,
That 'tis impossible for to slip away.

Tri.
Some way, dear Madam, sure may yet bee found.
Is there noe spell can force inchanted ground?
A woemans wit can ne're bee baffl'd sure.
I'le pawn my life; for this I'le find a Cure.

Jul.
Unjust to them are rigid fortunes frowns.
They're now inglorious slaves, who once wore Crowns.
This land to my Great Prince does Safety owe
And ought more noble guifts on him bestowe.

Tri.
Ah, Cursed, Madam, bee this Magick art
That can trew Lovers keep soe long apart!

Jul.
But Oroandes yet, if he was free,
Would scorn perhaps to bee a slave to mee.
His Heart's soe full of glory there's no room
For wretched, poor, and forlorn love to come.

Tri.
If glory bee the mark at which hee aims,
Hee'l headlong shoot himself into your chains.
What tho his lofty spirit tow'rs soe high,
There's something may him please below a scky.

Jul.
Nothing below an Angell can him move,
Nor will hee stoop to ye gay lure of love.
Oft have I panted, and have often cry'd,
And still as often has hee mee deny'd.

Tri.
Let him still soar, and still let him mount high,
Higher if hee can than th'ambitious boy.
'Tis nothing—
Together all your beauty's forces call
And you shall see how's waxen wings will fall.
If you too can, I'de have you get him free
That hee may thank you for his liberty.

Jul.
Heavens! I dare not freedome to him give.
First in my easy fetters let him live.
But oh! if once by mee he was beset,
If once hee should bee tangled in my net,
Like ye feirce Lyon hee should starve away
Before hee would grow tame and mee obey.

Tri.
Can you then see him such base fetters wear,
Loaded with worst of misery's dispair?

Jul.
Something I'le doe, but nothing can resolve.
I'le ask my Brother.

Enter Polynice.
Poly.
Ah, sister, fly. Our Brother's furious grown,
Has murther'd half ye People in ye town.
A thousand captives have receiv'd their doom
This day to bleed at fair Cyane's tomb.
Soe far his furious passion has him led
That 'gainst ye King hee dares his Army head.
Consider then what will bee the event
Unless his actions wee by care prevent.

Jul.
Can Sacred Majesty command noe charm
Against ye shocks of a bold Traytours arm?
Kings ought ye cheifest care of Heav'n to bee,
For they are stamp'd with the same mark as they.
Fortune to all ye gods does favour show,
But to poor Kings does nought but frowns bestow.
If I was King, before I'de wear a Crown
Loaded with such cares, I'de leave my throne,
Into heav'ns hands restore my right again,
All my bright glorys, with the golden chain,
And see what god would turn a Tenant for to reign.

Poly.
'Tis blood which does these ills from Heaven send
And unto us does some strange fate portend.
Blood shed unjustly ne're does speechless lye,
But still for vengeance does to Heaven cry.
Unto our Altars then let us repair
And treat ye gods with sacrifice and prayer. [Exit Poly.


To Juliana and Trivia, Daemolgoron with his sword drawn.
Daem.
Young imps of hell! Where's my Cyane gone?
Speak then! how could you let her fall alone?
The lustfull Tyrant too you should have slain
And with his blood have wash'd our honours stain.

Jul.
Alass! hee was our Father, Sir.

Daem.
Hee lost that Title wheen hee virtue left.
Besides, when Fathers sin, and goe astray,
Heav'n wont require you should obedience pay.
Ah! could you see her dye, and know I love?
How could you soe ingratefull to mee prove?

Tri.
Ah, indeed it was hard.

Jul.
Heav'n knows I did withstand her cruell fate,
Preach'd virtue to him, till I urg'd his hate.

Daem.
Barbarous Feind!

Jul.
But nought would doe. Ye dreadfull bowl hee gave,
With blackest poyson sent her to her grave.

Tri.
Yes indeed, as dead as could bee.

Daem.
Peace, Beldame hagg!
And what did heaven doe? was heaven still?
Could heaven see him soe much vertue spill?

Jul.
Not without mighty signs—
Nothing but Clouds were seen that day she fell;
Heav'n in her robes look'd like deformed hell.

Daem.
Kind Heaven!

Jul.
Thunder on Tempest's wings flew all around,
Streams of bright fire broke from ye ground.
The Angry gods did their own Temples shake,
The stubborn images themselves did quake.
Pale ghosts did rise from ye rent womb of Earth,
And from disorder'd fate took second birth.
Nature fell sick, and stagerr'd at ye blow.
Nothing there was but seem'd to mourn for you.
Yet nought could fright him from ye bloody deed,
Soe Death's hand seal'd what hee before decreed.

Daem.
Hold, hold, enough— [Kneels.

Bright saint, if you my Rivall gods can spare,
Descend, and visit once again our air.
The only recompense I beg of you,
For all my love, I beg, but not as due.
Soft Musick is heard above. Ye heavens open. Cyane descends all pale. Four Cupids hang o're her head weeping, crown'd with cypress garlands. Juliana, Trivia run off ye stage, frighted. Daemolgoron stands gazing on her, at last speaks.
Am I awake? and are my senses free?
That my adored comes again to mee?
[The heavens open, and Cyane ascends with soft Musick.
How short's ye bliss which wee on Earth receive?
'Tis gon before wee know that it had life.
Noe sooner jove hangs down his golden chain
But's by some envious god pluck'd back again.
Noe one can bee more wretch, and live than I,
Born to a crown, and press'd with misery.
Cyane still does scorn, and still looks high;
Her very ghost has learnt from mee to fly.
But oh! it is revenge that she would have,
'Tis that which makes her wander from her grave.
Yes, Yes, I will, I will revenge thy Cause,
And for thy sake, will break Great Natures laws.
Love is ye quarrell which I will maintain,
But 'tis noe longer, then, ye throne I gain. [Exit.