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Show - - "JO Dream, of Lore andftreet Deliehi. W S i n ; ^bUng Virgins 01: fet her free 1 P!d)'r U ' , retire - } nights from Heavn nun, ind left he melancholly Love Of thofe remoter Joys above Give place to your more fprtghtly Em. let tnrling Streams be in her E^V/^ AnJkwry Meads, and Vales of ehearfdGreen » And in the mid) of Deathlefs Groves Soft febi'i" U ifles lye, And failing Hopes foft ty> And juft beyond 'em ever-laughxng Loves, A Scene of a Paradife is difcover'd, Placid. Some pleafing Objects do her Mind employ; For on her Face I read I wandnng Joy. SONG. Dam. Ah how fweet it is to love, Ah how Gay k young Defire ! And what pleafing pains we prove When we firft approach Loves Fire ! Pains of Love be fweet er fir Than all other PI: afires arc. Sighs which are from Lovers blown, Do but gently heave the Heart: Ev'n the Tears they flxd alone Cure, like ir'ulding Balm, their(mart. Lovers when they lofe their Breath, Bleed away in cajie Death. Love and Time with Reverence ufe, Treat 'cm like a parting Friend: Nor the Golden Gifts refufe Which in Touth Sncere they find: For each year their price k more, And they lefs fimple than before. Love, like Spring-Tides, full and high, Swells in every youthful Vein : But each Tide does lefs fupply, Till they quite flirink\ in again : Ifa Fhw in Age appear, '1 is but Rain, and runs not clear. At the end of the Song, a Dance of Spirits. After which, Amariel, the Guardian Angel of St. Catharine, defends to foft Mufick, with a flaming Sword. The Spirits crawl off'tfx Stage amazedly, and Damilcar runs to a comer of it. •ir. From the bright Empire of Eternal Day, Where waiting Minds'for Heav'ns Commiflion ftay, 'arid flies: (a Darted Mandate came From that great Will which moves this mighty Frame Bid me to thee, m y Royal Charge, repair, To guard thee from the Daemons of the Air, M y flaming Sword, above 'em to difplay, (AH Keen and Ground upon the edge of Day -f The Flat to fweep the Vifions from thy Mind, ' TheEdge to cut 'em trough that ftay behind ) Vain / be Royal Martyr. 3 5p Vain Spirits, you that fhunning Heav'ns high Noon Swarm here beneath the Concave ofthe M o on W h a t Folly, or what Rage your Duty blinds ' To violate the Sleep of Holy Minds > Hence to the Task affign'd you here below: Upo n the Ocean make lojud Tempefts blow, Into the W o m b s of hollow Clouds repair, ' A n d crufh out Thunder from the bladder'd Air. From pointed Sun-beams take the Mifts they drew, A n d fcatter them again in Pearly D e w : A n d of the bigger drops they drain below, Some mould in Hail, and others ftamp in Snow. Dam. Mercy, bright Spirit, I already feel The piercing edge of thy immortal Steel: Thou Prince of Day, from Elements art free, A n d I all Body when compar'd to thee. Thou tread'ft the Abyfs of Light! A n d where it ftreams with open Eyes canft g o: W e wander in the fields of Air below : Changlings and Fools of Heav'n, and thence fhut out, Wildly w e roam in difcontent about: Grofs-heavy-fed, next M a n in Ignorance and Sin, And fpotted all without, and dusky all within. Without thy Sword I perifh by thy Sight, I reel, I ftagger, and a m drunk with Light. Ama. If e'er again thou on this place art found , Full Fifty years I'll chain thee under ground, The damps of Earth fhall be thy daily food, All fwolln and bloated like a Dungeon Toad: A n d when thou fhalt be freed, yet thou fhalt lye Gafping upon the Ground, too faint to fly, A n d lag below thy fellows in the Sky. Dam. O Pardon, Pardon this accurfed Deed, A n d I no more on Magick Fumes will feed , W h i c h drew m e hither by their pow'rful Steams. Ama. G o expiate thy Guilt in Holy Dreams. [Exit Dam. To S. Cath.] But thou fweet Saint, henceforth difturb'dno more With Dreams, not thine, thy Thoughts to Heav'n reftore. £ The Angel Afcends, and the Scene fhuts. Nig. Some Holy Being does invade this place, And from their Duty does m y Spirits chace. I dare no longer near it make abode : N o Charms prevail againft the Chriftian's God. Placid. H o w doubtfully thefe Spectres Fate foretel 1 In double Senfe, and Twi-light Truth they dwell: Like fawning Courtiers, for fuccefs they wait, And then come Smiling, and declare for Fate. Enter Maximin, and Porphyrius, attended by Valerius and Guards. But fee, the Tyrant and m y Rival come: I, like the Fiends, will flatter in his D o o m: None but a Fool diftaftful Truth will tell, So it be new, and pleafe, 'tis full as well. [Placid, whifpers with the Etnperour, who feems plea fid. Max. You charm m e with your News, which I'll reward : By hopes w e are for coming Joys prepar'd: Poflefs her Love, or from that Love be f r e e - - - Heav'n fpeaks m e fair, if fhe as kind can prove, I fhall poflefs, but never quit m y Love. Go, Tell m e when fhe wakes [ Exit Placidius, f_ Porphyrius feems to beg fomething of him* , . Porphyrins, no. She has refus'd, and I will keep m y Vow- Por. |