ACT. I.
Scaen. I.
A Banquet. Enter Augustus, Agrippa, Mecaenas, Ovid following with Musick, and sings while the Emperour sits melancholy.
Song.
LEt Business no longer usurp your High mind,
But to Dalliance give way, and to Pleasure be kind;
Let Business to morrow, to morrow imploy,
But to day the short Blessing let's closely enjoy:
Let's frolick below, till they hear us above;
To Caesar we'l sing, to Caesar and Jove.
2.
From Business we'l ramble, like Bridegrooms unbrac'd••
And surfeit on Pleasure, which others but tast:
We'l laugh till we weep on the breasts of the Fair,
And the Tears that we shed, shall the Trespass repair.
We'l vow that below we but Act those above,
Who never repent, yet are always in Love.
Ov.
Vast are the Glories, Caesar, thou hast won,
To make whose Triumphs up, the World's undone:
The Indians from the Eastern parts remote,
To thee the Treasure of their Shrines devote: