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SCENE the Second.

The Grove.
Enter Amintas drest like a Shepherd, Urania like a Shepherdess, the Druid, Lyces, and other dancing Swains, &c.
Druid.
Sir, I'm afraid you made too bold a venture;
And though your wounds were more numerous than dangerous,
I am not willing you should trust 'em to the Air.

Amin.
Father, your skill has wrought a perfect Cure,
For which, the life you sav'd you shall command.

Ura.
Me too h' has cur'd of all my jealous fears,
By this eternal Knot 'twixt thee and me
Which he has has tied, and Fate can ne'er undo:
—Farther—to you I owe Amintas liberty;
To you his Life: and now for all my joys,
Which if my future service can repay,
Command with freedom her you have preserv'd.

Amin.
Come, dear Urania, let's hasten to the Camp;
For I impatient grow to see my Prince:
Heaven knows what my mishap may have procur'd him.

Ura.
How loth I am to leave these pretty Shades,
The Gods and Nature have design'd for love:
Oh, my Amintas, wou'd I were what I seem,
And thou some humble Villager hard by,
That knew no other pleasure than to love,
To feed thy little Herd, to tune a Pipe,
To which the Nymphs should listen all the day;
We'd taste the waters of these Chrystal Springs,
Which more delight than all delicious Wines;
And being weary, on a bed of Moss,
Having no other Canopie but Trees,
We'd lay us down and tell a thousand stories.

Amin.
For ever so I'd be content to dwell;
I wou'd put off a frightful marks of War,
And wou'd appear as soft and calm to thee,
As are thy Eyes when silently they wound.
An Army I wou'd quit to lead thy Flock,
And more esteem a Chaplet wreath'd by thee,
Than the victorious Lawrel:
—But come, Love makes us idle.

Druid.
My Prayers ever go along with you;
And your fair Bride, Urania, I could wish
My youth and vigour were as heretofore:
When onely Courts and Camps could make me happy,
And then I wou'd not bid farewel so soon—
To so much virtue as I've found in you.

Amin.
I humbly thank you Father, for a goodness
That shames my poor returns.
Come pretty Lyces, and thou honest Damon,
With all the rest of our kind train;
Let's hasten to the Camp, during this Truce
Your little Rustick sports will find a welcome.

Ura.
There are no Women in the Camp, my Lord.

Amin.
No matter, thou canst not hate a Souldier,
Since I am one: and you must be obedient,
And learn to bear my Bow and Arrows now.
It is the duty of a Scythians Wife.

Ura.
She that can claim Amintas by such ties,
May find a safety wheresoe'er she flies.

[Exeunt.