SCENE II.
Lysim.
Whil'st on the Army you your care bestow,
Lysimachus a greater work must do.
The thoughts of high plac'd Love so swiftly rowl
Thorow each passage of his Captive Soul;
That he can take no rest, till he does prove,
Himself confirm'd in Parisatis Love.
But in this enterprize—
How many dangers must I undergo?
I may be taken by my greatest Foe,
Or else expect, but Coward as I am,
To shew such Fears, and wear a Lovers Name!
Let Dangers fright weak Souls, True Lovers should,
Despising Dangers, wade through Seas of Blood.
The desp'rat'st Acts, do meet the bravest end,
And when Love calls, Glory does still attend.
Well, to my Princess then my steps I'll guid,
I'll leap the Foord, though it be ne're so wide:
And Let what will be the intent of Fate,
This Resolution nothing shall rebate.