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The third Scene:
Enter Bellarious.
Bell.
SYmphrona turn Religious! can it be?
Ah Heav'ns! why gave ye me my liberty?
VVhy to my prayers, did ye bend your ear,
VVhen that ye knew, Symphrona woo'd not hear?
VVhen that ye knew, Symphrona's cruel mind,
VVhy to my wishes, did ye prove so kind?
VVoo'd I among the Turks, had stay'd till now,
And never to come thence, had made a vow:
I shoo'd have been more quiet in my mind,
Then now I am, to see her thus unkind.
Ah Love! is this the Joy you promis'd me?
Reward you thus, a Lovers constancy?
Is this the recompence, of all my pain?
Of all my sighs, and tears, is this the gain?
Then henceforth Lovers, warned be by me,
VVith women never more, in love to be.
But why blame I Symphrona? no, thy choice
As't makes me sad, so does it me rejoyce.
Thou'st chosen well Symphrona, and I am
Contented to be rival'd, by thy flame.
And Love, as she's resolv'd, so am I too,
Nee're with thy weapons, more to have to do.
But quietly, into some silent wood,
VVhere noise of birds, is only understood,
VVill I retire my self, to live and die,
And meditate upon Eternity;
Calling to mind, the shortness of this life,
How full it is of Evils, and of strife.