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TIRENIO, MONTANO, CARINO.
Tir.
MAke haste my Son; yet tread secure, that I
May without stumbling trace thee through this wry
And craggy way, with my old feet and blind.
Thou art their eyes, as I am to thy mind.
And when thou comest where the Priest is, there
Arrest thy pace.
Mont.
Hah! whom do I see here?
Is't not our Reverend Tirenio? hee
Whose eyes are seel'd up earthward, but heav'n see?
Some great thing draws him from his sacred Cell,
Whence to behold him is a miracle.
Car.
May the good Gods pleas'd in their bounty be
To make his coming prosperous to thee.
Mont.
Father Tirenio, what miracle
Is this? What mak'st thou from thy holy Cell?
Whom dost thou seek? what news?
Tir.
I come to speak
With thee: and news I bring, and news I seek.
Mont.
But why comes not the holy Order back
With the purg'd offering, and what doth lack
Besides to th' interrupted Sacrifice?
Tir.
" O how much often doth the want of eyes
" Adde to the inward sight! for then the soul
" ••••••••-gadding forth, but recollected whole