Act. 1. Sce. 3.
Enter Virtusus.
Vir.
Once more in spight of fortune, and
the raging waves
Of a tumultuous Sea, does my unhappy foot
Salute the Earth again. Did ever man
From all eternity behold a night so dismall
Leave behinde no sad remembrance of its
former horror?
Here's not a stemm that's widdowed of his
leaf,
No, nor one branch become
The hopeless issue of the Husbandman, but
all
In a sweet tranquillity enjoy that happiness
Which Nature has allotted them: I am
The onely object of Heavens Tyranny,
Else had these senseless Plants
Perish'd this fatall night, when both the Ar∣tick,
And Antartick Poles, striving to kiss each o∣ther,
Confounded Heaven, Earth, Sea, Hell, and All
Into an indigested Chaos: yet in this dire
Confusion of the Elements, these stand un∣toucht
Outbraving Fortunes Malice, whil'st wretch∣ed
I,
The heavens least part of care,
Was banded too and fro by the immerci∣less
winds
Uncertain of a rest, and had not the thought
Of thee my Thesbia, ballanc't my rottering
soul,
The insatiate bosome of the Ocean
Had been my wish't••for grave.