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Unlike these flowers be thy fair truth;

Unlike these flowers be thine.
These changing soon,

Ilhat ei quisite pleasure !
Will soon decay,

This sueet treasure,
Be sutet till nun,

From me they shall never
Then pass away.

Fair, for a time, their transient charms appear;

In thee, in thee,
But truth, unchang'd, shall bloom for erer here.

My charmer I see ;
[Each pressing their hearts.--Ereunt.

I'll sigh, and caress thee,

I'll kiss thee, and
SCENE II.-Before Urganda's Palace.

Thus, thus, to my bosom for ever and ever.

[URGANDA and Fatima come forward. CYMON Enter URGANDA.

puts the nosegay in his bosom, and luols conl'rg. With what anxiety I watch his return! And fused and astonished. how mean is that anxiety for an object so insensi- Urg. Pray, what is that you would kiss and press ble! Oh, love! is it not enough to make thy vota- to your bosoin for ever and ever ?

Smiles. ries despicable in others' eyes! Must we also de- Cymon. Nothing but-but-nothing. spise ourselves ?

Ury. What were you talking to ?
Enter Fatima.

Cymon. Myself, to be sure; I had nothing else to 8, Well, Fatima, is he returned ? Far. He has no feelings but those of hunger; thing in your bosom, next your heart.

Urg. Yes, but you have, Cymon. There is somewhen that pinches him he'll return to be fed, like

Cymon. Yes, so there is. othor animals.

Urg. What is it, Cymon ?

(Smiles. Trg. Iudeed, Fatima, his insensibility and ingratitude astonish and distract me.

Yet am I only a have it at last.
Fat. Now his modesty is giving way; we shall

(Aside. greater slave to my weakness, and more incapable

Cymon. Nothing but a nosegay. of relief.

Trg. That which I gave you ? Let me see it. Fat. Why, then, I may as well hold my tongue; but before I would waste all the prime of my wo

Cymon. What, give a thing, and take it away

again? manhood in playing such a losing game, I wouldbut I see you don't mind me, madam ; and, there

Urg. I would not take it away for the world. fore, I'll say no more. I know the consequence, worlds.

Cymon. Nor would I give it you for a hundred and must submit. Urg. What can I do in my situation ? But see

Fat. See it, by all means, madam. I have my

Aside to URGANDA. where Cymon approaches ! he seems transported. Look, look, Fatima! he is kissing and embracing lay. "I will see it, or shut you up for ever:

Cry. I must see it, Cymon; and, therefore, no demy nosegay; it has had the desired effect, and I am happy: we'll be invisible, that I may observe his

Cymon. What a stir is here about nothing! Now

are you satisfied ? transports. (Wares her wand, and retires with Fatima.

[Holds the nosegay at a distance. URGANDA and

Fatima look at one another with surprise.
Enter Cymon, hugging a nosegay.

Fat. I was right.
Cymon. Oh! my dear, sweet, charming nosegay! L'ry. And I am miserable!
To see thee, to smell thee, and to taste thee, (hisses Cymo. Have you seen it enough?
il] will make Urganda and her garden delightiul to lry. That is not mine, Cymon.

[Kisses it. Cymon. No; 'tis mine.
Fat. What does he say ?

(Apart. Cry. Who gave it you ?
l'rg. Hush, hush! all transport, and about me. Cymon. A person.
What a change is this !

| Apart. Lry. What person--male or female ?
Cymon. With this I can want for nothing. I pos- Cymon. La ! how can I tell ?
sess everything with this. Oh! the dear, dear Fat. Finely improved, indeed! a genius! (Aside.
nosegay! and the dear, dear giver of it!

l'rg. I must dissemble. (Aside.) Lookye! CyUrg. The dear, dear giver ! Mind that, Fatima! mon, I did but sport with you; the nosegay was What heavenly eloquence! Here's a change of heart your own, and you had a right to give it away, or and mind! Heigho!

(Apart. throw it away: Fat, I'm all amazement! in a dream! But is that Cymon. Indeed, but I did not, I only gave it for your nosegay?

[.1part. this; which, as it is so much finer and sweeter, I Urg. Mine! How can you doubt it? | Apart. thought would not vex you. Fai. Nay, I'm near-sighted. ( Apurt. Vry. Heigho!

[ Aside. Cymon. She has not a beauty that is not brought Fat. Vex her! Oh! not in the least. But you to mind by these towers. Oh!' I shall lose my wits should not have given away her present to a vulgar with pleasure ! Fat

. 'Tis pity to lose them the moment you have Cymon. How dare you talk to me so? I would found them.

( Apart. have you to know she is neither ugly nor vulgar. Urg. Oh! Fatima, I never was proud of my No, she is power till this transporting moment! (Apari. Fat. Oh! che! your humble servant, young Sim

Cymor. Where shall I put it? Where shall I plicity! La! how can you tell whether it is male conceal it from everybody? I'll keep it in my bo- or female ?

[Cymon appears confused. som, next my heart, all the day; and at night, I Urg. Don't mind her impertinence, Cymon: ! will put it upon my pillow, and talk to it, and sigh give you leave to follow your own inclinations. I'll to it, and swear to it, and sleep by it, and kiss it for have him watched; this office be your's, my faitheynt and ever.

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Cymon. Then I am happy, indeed.

Linco. We shall return to you again-before you Urg. Cymon, I would that you could love with can get there.

[ Link constancy like mine; but this you never can. Sy?. You may trust us, mother: my own ins:Cymon. Oh! yes, I can love. [Exeunt. cence, and Linco's goodness, will be guard eauugi SCENE III.-Dorcas's Cottage.

Dor. Eh! what?

Linco. She says you may trust me with ber inesSylvia at the door, with Cymon's nosegay in ner

{Lood hand.

Dor. Well, well, I will then. Thou art a sus Syl. The more I look upon this nosegay, the creature, and I love thee better than ever I did my more I feel Cymon in my heart and mind. Ever own child. [Kisses Sylvia.) When thou art fetebal since I have seen him, I wander without knowing away by him that brought thee, 'twill be a refa where, speak without knowing to whom, and I day for me. Well, well, go thy ways wtb Lion. look without knowing at what. Now I dread to lose I dare trust thee anywhere. l'll prepare thy doner him, and now again I think him mine for ever! at thy return; and bring my honest kiasdan along AIR.-Sylvia.

Linco. We will be with you before you can make Oh! why shoud we sorrow, who never knew sin ?

the pot boil. Let smiles of content shew our rapture within : Dor. Before what ? This love has so rais'd me, I now tread in air! Linco. We will be with you before you can make He's sure sent from heav'n to lighten my care! the pot boil. Each shepherdess views me with scorn and disdain ; [Speaks very loud, and goes off with Sylvi. Each shepherd pursues me, but all is in vain :

Dor. Heaven shield thee, for the sweetest, bes No more will I sorrow, no longer despair,

creature that ever blessed old age! What a com: He's 's sure sent from heav'n to lighten my care ! she is to me! All I have to wish for in this worid,

[Linco is seen listening. is to know who thou art, who brought thee to me, Enter Linco.

and then to see thee as happy as thou hast made poco

Dorcas. What can the governor want with ber? I Linco. If you were as wicked, shepherdess, as you wish I had gone too. Pd have talked to him, and are innocent, that voice of your's would corrupt jus to the purpose. We had no such doings eben I tice herself, unless she were deaf, as well as blind. Syl. I hope you did not overhear me, Linco?

was a young woman; they never made such a fass

with me. Linco. Oh! but I did though; and, notwithstand. ing I come as the deputy of a deputy-governor, to

AIR.-DORCAS. bring you before my principal, for some complaints

When I were young, thougk now I'm old, made against you by a certain shepherdess, I will

The men were kind and tnie; stand your friend, though I lose my place for it:

But now they're grown up so false and will there are not many such friends, shepherdess.

What can a roman do? Syl. What have I done to the shepherdesses, that

Now what can a asan do ? they persecute me so ?

For men are truly Linco. You are much too handsome, which is a crime the best of 'em can't forgive you.

So unruly,

I tremble at serenty-two! Syl. I'll trust myself with you, and face my enemies.

When I were fair, though now 50 50, Į As they are going, Dorcas calls from the cottage. No hearts were giren to rore; Dor. Where are you going, child? Who is that Our pulses beat nor fast nor slow, with you, Sylvia ?

But all was faith and love. Linco. Now shall we be stopped by this good old

Now what can a roman do? woman, who will know all, and can scarce hear any.

For men are truly thing.

So unruly,
Dor. I'll see who you have with you.

I tremble at seventy-two.
Enter Dorcas, from the house.
Linco. 'Tis I, dame; your kinsman Linco.

SCENE IV.— The Magistrate's Haut.
(Speaks loud in her ear.
Dor. Oh! is it you, honest Linco? (Takes his

Enter Dorcs and DAPHNE. hand.) Well, what's to do now?

Dorus. This way, this way, damsel. Now we are Linco. The governor desires to speak with Sylvia; alone, I can hear your grievances; and will redre a friendly inquiry, that's all.

(Loud. them, that I will." You have my good liking, dan Dor. For what? for what? Tell me that. I have sel, and favour follows of course. nothing to do with his desires, nor she neither. He Daph. I want words, your honour and working is grown very inquisitive of late about shepherdesses. to thank you fitly. Fine doings, indeed! No such doings when I was Dorus. Smile upon me, damsel; smile and es young. If he wants to examine anybody, why don't mand me. Your hand is whiter than ever, I prohc examine me! I'll give him an answer, for him test. You must indulge me with a chaste saicte. to be as inquisitive as he pleases.

Kirkes her and Linco. But I am your kinsman, dame; and you Daph. La! your honour.

lear. dare trust me, sure. (Speaks loud in her ear. Dorus, You have charmed me, damsel, and I cas thee; but the best of you are bad when a young perfect cordial. Kisses her hand.) Well, what call

Dor, Thou art the best of 'em, that I'll say for deny you nothing. Another chaste salute; to woman is in the case. difficulties myself,

I have gone through great I do with this Sylvia, this stranger, this begres than these. Why must not I go too ? can assure you, in better times that has affronted thee? I'll send her wbere se

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Kisses her hand.) I'll send her packing this very has turned my anger, my justice, and my whole day; this hand, this lily hand, has signed her fate. scheme, topsy-turvy. [.Aside.] Reach me a chair,

[Kisses it. Linco.

Linco. One sweet song, Sylvia, before his rever. Enter Linco.

ence gives sentence. [Reaches a chair for Dorus, Linco. No bribery and corruption, I beg of your

AIR.-Sylvia. honour.

Durus. You are too bold, Linco. Do your duty, From duty if the shepherd stray and know your distance. Where is this vagrant,

And leave his flochs to feed,
this Sylvia?

The wolf will seize the harmless prey,
Linco. In the justice-chamber, waiting for your

And innocence will bleed.

[K'neeis. honour's commands.

Dorus. I'll guard thee, and fold thee too, my
Dorus. Why did not you tell me so ?
Linco. I thought your honour better engaged, and lambkin; and they sha'n't hurt thee. This is a

melting ditty, indeed! Rise, rise, my Sylvia. that it was too much for you to try two female causes

[Embraces her. at one time.

Dorus. You thought! I won't have you think, but Re-enter DAPHNE.-Dorus and Daphine start at obey. Deputies must not think for their superiors.

seeing each other, Linco. Ilust not they? What will become of our

Daph. Is your reverence taking leave of her be. poor country!

(Going. fore you drive her out of the country? Durus. No more impertinence, but bring the cul. Dirus. How now! What presumption is this, to prit hither.

break in upon us so, and interrupt the course of Linco. In the twinkling of your honour's eye.

justice ?

Daph. May I be permitted-
Daph. I leave my griefs in your worship's hands.

Dorus. No, you may not be permitted. I'll come
Dorus. You leave 'em in my heart, damsel; they to you presently.
soon shall be changed into pleasures. Wait for me

Daph. I knew the wheedling slut would spoil all. in the next room. Smile, damsel, smile upon me

(Aside, and erit. and edge the sword of justice.

Dorus. I'm glad she's gone. Linco, you must Re-enter Linco, with Sylvia.

send her away; I won't see her now.

Linco. And shall I take Sylvia to prison ?
Daph. Here she comes. See how like an inno.

Dorus. No, no, no; to prison! inercy forbid ! cent she looks—But I'll begone. I trust in your What a sin should I have committed to please that worship. I hate the sight of her; I could tear her envious, jealous-pated shepherdess ! Linco, comfort eyes out.

(Aside, and erit. the damsel. Dry your eyes, Sylvia. I will call upon Dorus. (Gazes at Sylvia.) Hem, hem! I am told, you myself, and examine Dorcas myself, and proyoung woman-hem, hem! that-She does not look iect you myself

, and do everything myself. I proso mischievous as I expected.

fess she has bewitched me I am all agitation. Aside, and turning from her. | side.) I'll call upon you to-morrow, perhaps toLinco. Bear up, sweet shepherdess ! your beauty night, perhaps in half-an-hour. Take care of ber, and innocence will put injustice out of countenance. Linco. She has bewitched me; and I shall lose

Apart to Sylvia. my wits, if I look on her any longer. Oh! the Syl. The shame of being suspected confounds me, sweet, lovely, delightful creature! | Aside, and erit. and I can't speak.

(Apart. Linco. Don't whimper now, iny sweet Sylvia. Dørus. Where is the old woman, Dorcas, they told Justice has taken up the sword and scales again, me of? Did not I order you to bring her before and your rivals shall cry their eyes out. The day's me ?

our own, so coine along.
Linco. The good old woman is so deaf, and your
reverence a little thick of hearing, I thought the
business would be sooner and better done by the
young woman.

Dorus. What, at your thinking again! Young
shepherdess, I bear-I hear-hein! Her modesty
pleases me. [.Asile.) What is the reason, I say-

SCENE I.-- Another part of the country.
hem! that-that I hear-She has very fine fcatures.

I protest she disarms my auger.

( Aside, and turning from her. Fat. Truly, a very pretty mischievous errand I Linco. Now is your time; speak to his reverence. am sent upon. I am to follow this foolish young

| Apart to Sylvia. fellow all about to find out his haunts : not so foolish Dorus. Don't whisper the prisoner.

neither, for he is so much improved of late, we Syl. Prisoner! Am I a prisoner, then ?

shrewdly suspect that he must have some female to Dorus. No, not absolutely a prisoner; but you are sharpen his intellects; for love, among many other charged, damsel-hem, hem! charged, damsel-Istrange things, can make fools of wits, and wits of don't know what to say to her.

| Aside fools. I saw our young partridge run before me, Syl. With what, your honour?

and take cover hereabouts; I must make no noise, Linco. If he begins to damsel us, we have him for fear of alarming him; besides, I hate to disturb

(Aside. the poor things in pairing time. Syl. What is my crime ?

(Looks through the bushes. Linco. A little too handsome, that's all.

Enter Merlin, unperceived.
Dorus. Hold your peace. Why don't you look up Mer. I shall spoil your peeping, thou evil coun.
in my face, if you are innocent? (Sylvia looks ai sellor of a faithless mistress. “I must torment her a
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Fat. There they are; our fool has made no bad Mer. Beware of encroaching a single LT choice. Upon my word, a very pretty couple, and lable upon my injunction; the moment a will make my poor lady's heart ache.

word escapes you, you are dumb for erer. Mer. I shall lwinge your's a little before we part. Fat. Heaven preserve me! what will lecome !

(Aside. me? Fat. Well said, Cymon! upon your knees to her! Mer. Remember what I say: as you obecne Now for my pocket-book, that I may exactly de- glect me, you will be punished or rewarded' Fus scribe this rival of ours; she is much too handsoine well. (Bowes.) Remember me, Fatima. to live long; she will be either burnt alive, thrown Fat. What a polite devil it is; and what a jen to wild beasts, or shut up in the black tower; the ful plight am I in! this confining my toague tu tsx greatest mercy she can have will be to let her take words is much worse than being quite dub, IL her choice.

(Takes out a pocket-book. rather be stinted in anything than in my speech Mer. May be so; but we will prevent the pro- Heigho! there never sure was a tax upon the size phecy if we can.

(Aside. before. Fat. (Writes.) “ She is of a good height, about my size, a fine shape, delicate features, charming hair,

SCENE II. heavenly eyes, not unlike my own ; with such a sweet

Enter Cynox. smile ! She must be burnt alive! yes, yes, she must be burnt alive. (MERLIN taps her upon the shoulder Cymon. Shall I rejoice or grieve at the change with his wand.] Who's there? Bless me! nobody. my heart feels ? thou hast given me eyes, eas and I protest it startled me. I must finish my picture. understanding; and till they forsake me, I must be (Writes, and Merlin waves his wand over her hand.) Sylvia's. Are the new pains, or the strange de Now let me see what I have written. Bless me, lights that agitate me, the greater? Oh! love, it is what's here? all the letters are as red as blood-mythy work. eyes fail me! sure I am bewitched. (Reads and

Enter Sylvia. trembles. Urganda has a shameful passion for Cymon; Cymon a most virtuous one for Sylviu : as for She is here; but pensive ! Oh! my Sylvia, why this Fatima, wild beasts, the black tower, and burning drooping mien ? Has not Merlin discovered all that alive, are too good for her.[Drops the book.] I have was unknown to us? Has he not promised os his not power to stir a step. I knew what would come protection? What can Sylria wani, whez Cyma of affronting that devil, Merlin.

is completely blessed? (Merlin becomes visible to her. Syl. Thy wishes are fulfilled then ; take my hand, Mer. True, Fatima, and I am here at your call. and with it a heart which, till you bad touches

Fat. Oh, most magnanimous Merlin! don't set never knew, nor could even imagine, what was igre your wit to a poor, foolish, weak woman.

Cymon. Transporting maid! | Kisses ket and Mer. Why then will a foolish weak woman set her

AIR.-Sylvia. wit to me? but we will be better friends for the future. Mark me, Fatima- [Holds up his wand. This cold flinty heart it is you uko hare vers’d:

Pat. No conjuration, I beseech your worship, and you waken’d my passions, my senses hare charmid; you shall do anything with me.

In vain against merit and Cymon / strore; Mer. I want nothing of you but to hold your What's life without passion-stceci passion of love? tongue. Fat. Will nothing else content your fury?

The spring should be warm, the young season be gay, Mer. Silence, babbler!

Her birds and her flourets make blithese sweet May, Fat. [Finds great difficulty in speaking at first.} | What's life without passion-sweet passes of love?

Love blesses the cottage, and sings through te grote I am your own for ever, most merciful Merlin! am your own for ever. Oh! my poor tongue, I Cymon. Thus then I seize my treasure, will pm thought I never should have wagged thee again. tect it with my life, and will never resign it bet to What a dreadful thing it would be to be dumb. heaven, who gave it to me.

(Embraes ker. Mer. You see it is not in the power of Urganda | Enter DAMON and DORILAS on one side, and Doets to protect you, or to injure Cymon and Sylvia. I and his followers on the other, who start at serta will be their protector against all her arts, though CYMON and Sylvia. she has leagued herself with the demons of revenge; Damon. Here they are ! we have no power but what results from our virtue. Syl. Ha! bless me!

Starts. Fat. I had rather lose anything than my speech. Dorus. Fine doings, indeed!

Mer. As you profess yourself my friend (for, (Cymon and Sylvia stand amazed and shoes with all my art, I cannot see into a woman's mind,) Doril. Your humble servant, modest idan I will show my gratitude, and my power, by giviny Sylvia ! your tongue an additional accomplishment.

Damon. You are much improved by your des Fat. What, shall I talk more than ever ?

Mer. (Smiles.] That would be no accomplishment, Dorus. But I'll send her and her tutor Fatima: no, I mean that you should talk less. they shall learn better. I am confounded at the When you return to Urganda, she will be very in-assurance! Why don't you speak, culprits ? quisitive, and you very ready to tell her all you Cymon. We may be ashamed without rek; know,

ashamed for those who have watched and suspend Fat, And may I, without offence to your worship? us.

Mer. Silence, and mark me well-observe me Dorus. Did you ever hear or see such as spe truly and punctually. Every answer you give to dent varlet? Urganda's questions must be confined to two words, Dimon. Sball we seize them, your person, sed yes and no.

I have done you a great favour, and drag 'em to Urganda ? you don't perceive it. Fal. Not very clearly indeca.

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Cymon. That damsel is not to be spoken with. can it mean? I will not bear this trifling with my

Dorus. Here's impudence in perfection! Do you passion! Why don't you speak? (Fatima shake's know who I am, stripling?

her head.) Won't you sneak?
Cymon. I know you to be one stationed by the Fat. Yes.
laws to cherish innocence; but having passions that Urg. Go on then.
disgrace both your age and place, you neither ob- Fat. No.
serve the one, nor protect the other.

Urg. Will you say nothing but no?
Dorus. I am astonished! What, are you the fool- Fal. Yes.
ish young fellow I have heard so much of ?

Urg. Distracting, treacherous Fatima! Have you
Cymon. As sure as you are the wicked old fellow seen my rival ?
I have heard so much of.

Fat. Yes.
Dorus. Seize them both this instant.

Urg. Thanks, dear Fatima! Well, now go on.
Cymon. That is sooner said than done, governor. Fat. No.
(As they approach on both sides to separate them, Urg. This is not to be borne. Was Cymon with

he snatches a staff from one of the Shepherds, her ?
and beats them back.

Fat. Yes,
Dorus. Fall on him, but don't kill him; for I Urg. Are they in love with each other ?
must make an example of him.

Fat. Yes.

(Sighs. Cymon. In this cause I am myself an army; see Urg. Where did you see my rival? (FATIMA how the wretches stare, and cannot stir.

shakes her head.] Are you afraid of anybody?

Fat. Yes.
Come on, come on,

Urg. Are you not afraid of me too ?
A thousand to one ;

Fat. No.
I dare you to come on.

Urg. Insolence! Is my rival handsome ? Tell me

Though unpractis'd and young,
Love has made me stout and strong,

Fat. Yes.
Has given me a charm,

Urg. Very handsome ?

Fat. Yes, yes.
Will not suffer me to fall ;
Has steeld my heart, and nerv'd my arm,

Urg. How handsome ? handsomer than I, or you?

Fai. Yes-N-
To guard my precious all.

[Hesitating. (Looks at Sylvia.

lrg. I shall go distracted! Leave me.

Fat. Yes.
Come on, come on, &c.

(Courtsies, and erit.

Urg. She has a spell upon her, or she could not [Cymon drives off the party of Shepherds on one do thus. Merlin's power has prevailed-he has en

side. Dorus and his party surround Sylvia. chanted her, and my love and my revenge are Dorus. Away with her, away with her!

equally disappointed. This is the completion of my Syl. Protect me, Merlin! Cymon! Cymon! where misery! Bravura, Urganda! Despair and shame art thou, Cymun?

confound me.
Dorus. Your fool Cymon is too fond of fighting to
mind his mistress; away with her to Urganda, away

Enter Dorus.
with her.

( They hurry her off

Dorus. May I presume to intrude upon my soveEnter Shepherds, running across, disordered and reign's contemplations ? beaten by Cymon.

Urg. Dare not to approach my misery, or thou Damon. 'Tis the devil of a fellow: how he has shalt share it. laid about him!

( Looking back.-Erit. Dorus. I am gone: and Sylvia shall go too. Doril. There is no way but this to avoid him.

[Guing. (Erit. L'rg. Sylvia, said you ? where is she? where is Re-enter Cymox, in confusion and out of breath.

she ? Speak, speak; and give mc life or death.

Durus. She is without, and attends your mighty Cymon. I have conquered, my Sylvia! Where will. art thou? my life, my love, my valour, my all ? L'rg. Then I am a queen again! Forgive me, What, gone? torn from me ? then I am conquered, Dorus, I knew not what I said; but now I am indeed!

raised again! Sylvia is safe ? (He runs off, and returns sereral times duriny

Dorus. Yes, and I am safe too ; which is no small the symphony of the following song.

comfort to me, considering whitre I have been. AIR.-Cymon.

l'rg. And Cymon-bas he escaped ? Torn from me, torn from me : which way did they take

Dorus. Yes, he has escaped from us; and, what her ?

is better, we have escaped from him. To death they shall bear me,

l'rg. Where is he?
To pieces shall tear me,

Dorus, Breaking the bones of every shepherd he
Before I'll forsake her!
Though fast bound in a spell,

l'rg. Well, no matter; I am in possession of the By L'rganda and hell,

present object of my passion, and I will indulge it to I'll burst through their charms,

the height of luxury. Let 'em prepare my victim Seize my fair in my arms;

instantly for death.
Then my ralour shall prore,

Dorus. For death! Is not that going too far?
No magic like virtue, like virtue and love !

Urg. Nothing is too far; she makes me suffer

ten thousand deaths, and nothing but hers can apSCENE III.- A Palace.

pease me. [DORES going.) Stay, Dorus, I have a

richer revenge: she shall be shut up in the black Enter URGANDA and FATIMA.

tower till her beauties are destroyed, and then I will Urg. Yes! No! Forbear this mockery. What present her to this ungrateful Cymon. Let her be



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