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Scæna Quinta.

A joyfull noise within, Trumpets, Ketle-drums, Ho-boyes, with all sort of musick.
Enter the Duke, Marciano, with others of the Nobility, Courtiers and Attendants, at his entry.

Song.
Now breaks our day,
Fairies away,
Pack hence, I say,
Your power's undone.
Room for Joy's progeny,
Full of divinity.
Cleon, brave Cleon, natures Paragon,
Rebellion breashless lyes,
Hell sings her obsequyes,
Usurping Traytors quick be gone.
Now, Cleon, divine Cleon mounts His Throne,
Room—room—room—room for Him alone.

Cleon.
Heavens yet are just: they now have paid us home
Our former losses with large interest—
—A good while lost is never known to many,
An ill while feel'd is scarcely known to any:
For men, like butter-flyes, rush on the candle
Of war at all occasions, untill some
Are burn'd to ashes: others hurt their wings;
Then they recoil amaz'd, and not while then,
They blame the projects of their troubled brain.
—Now (gods assume our thanks) we, who before,
Were toss'd in waves of war, are so no more—
—Florence, take heed, jest not with supreme Powers,
'Tis hard to thrive, when heavens do countermand
Thy foul designs:—But wisely learn to know
Thy former errors, and commit no moe.

1. Court.
—A Prince's word is good divinity—

2. Court.
—While Subjects oaths are down-right perjury,
And serve for nothing but to feed Rebellion.

Cleon.
How! Marciano, you seem discontent,
What sullen cloud amid'st this calm of joyes
O'rcasts your noble soul?—

Marc.
Not I, dear Prince,
I am not discontent.

Cleon.
Come, Marciano, you shall feast your senses
On what we know your soul entirely loves.
—Now let us in, 'tis time we were at counsell.

Exeunt omnes.

Within, musick as before.
Song.
Dull man, do'st not see in his countenance
Such rare becoming grace,
As one might freely say he did enhaunce,
Majesty in his face.
Why art become
So grossly dumb?
Cannot thy tongue pay tribute to his praise?
Harke how all Florence sing,
In such a cheerfull spring,
And every one their voices raise.
Why silent then, when after all our tears,
Clouds which did shroud the light, our Sun appears?
Appears—Appears
Dissolving all our jealousies and fears.