Scene Third.
Enter Thoas, Iphigenia, Guards, who bind and disarm the Strangers▪
My dearest Lord, behold the Strangers here
[Seeing the King.
Inchanted lie, and we no more shall fear.
It seems that they unseen amongst the crowd
This day, with us, to great Diana bow'd:
Since, from the Temple they are hither brought,
And in the Fetters of my Magick caught.
Iph.
As I this day the holy Rites perform'd,
A Youth with strange success my bosom storm'd.
His Image busie in my Heart I feel:
Guard him, you Angels, from their cruel zeal:
Tho.
These Strangers, like dark clouds hang o're our Fate,
Which to be safe we now must dissipate.
Circe, we must resolve that one of these
Shall by his fall the angry Gods appease.
Iph.
I'll see no more, let Death benight my Eye;
[Seeing Pyl. bound.
There, there, the Noble Youth inchanted lies:
Why would he in this fatal Country stay?
My tears and sighs did bid him haste away.
Wake! wake! unhappy Strangers! who are lost
On this unhospitable cruel Coast.