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SCENE III.

Prenesto, Metius and Linco.
Pren.
Bright Phœbus Rays, that warm the Skies,
Are not so killing as her Eyes:
That Heav'nly Grace, and comely Pride,
Are not to her low Birth allay'd.

Enter Linco and Metius.
Linc.
My Lord, I now perceive she's gone,
Tho' late I left her here alone.

Pren.
The Nymph you want this Instant did depart,
With a distracted Look, and broken Heart.
Metius, with speed for her Relief prepare;
And may Success attend your pious Care.

Met.
My Lord, the Troops are not yet justly form'd
With which this Service is to be perform'd,
But with such Expedition will I move;
The same Express that tells ye I am gone,
Shall tell ye that the Work is done.

Pren.
To Beauty devoted,
Expecting, desiring,
With Passion expiring,
I serve the blind Boy.
Yet ever contented,
So easie the Chain is,
So pleasing the Pain is,
I serve him with Joy.

[Exit.