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Scen. 5.
Hollarro, Lerenica.
Holl.
The time runs round by hidden motion,
I was a King, but now more desperate;
And you my Queen, but fortune frown'd thereon.
I wish that Halia could have then opprest
To drown their ships in Cynthia's merciless realm,
Her Father Nere••s with a glad design,
Before they footed this Bruzantia:
Fair Lerenica, I must fly for fear,
To adore the sorrows of an exiles place;
I'le leave my Princely Robes, and dress my bones
According to the custome of a Pilgrims form;
And beat the banks which Neptunes waves have tost
To hunt my death, because I loathe the same;
And at my last farewell, I'le use no art,
Let sighs, tears, kisses, bid loath to depart.
Lere.
Those drops of blood doth stain my maiden
face,
Because my sole Artemon must fly hence,
Sure Iove will strive to make the Ganymedes,
For the Hesperidon Dragon cannot stand
The force of such a Hercules: let hope,
Where's e're you tread your Princely guard, then
guide
Your hood-winck actions in unknown places.
I willing am to stay, to make a prayer,
When you depart you'l kill my life, that thing.
The Swan's near death, when she begins to sing.
Holl.
Oh Damsel of my breath, let not such debt
Lie on the fabrick of Hollarro,
Though I have ••iomedes fame, I'm loath
To prove Domitianus to thy soul;
Heaven and Earth will not forgive the fact,
No sacrifice nor kneeling pay the act;
The st••rry bowers would send a loathsome smell
To strangle death in the prime of my days;
Besides the edge of furious war would bring