ACT III. SCENE I.
Arcalaus and Arcabon meeting.
Arcal. Welcome as after Darkness chearful Light,
Or to the weary Wanderer downy Night:
Smile, smile, O Arcabon, for ever smile,
And with thy gayest Looks reward my Toil:
That sullen Air but ill becomes thee now,
See'st thou not glorious Conquest on my Brow?
Amadis, Amadis
Arcab.. Dead, or in Chains? Be quick in thy Reply.
Arcal. He lives, my Arcabon, but lives to die.
The gnawing vulture, and the restless Wheel,
Shall be Delight to what the Wretch shall feel.
Arcab. Goddess of dire Revenge, Erinnys rise,
With Pleasure grace thy Lips, with Joy thy Eyes;
Smile like the Queen of Love, and strip the Rocks
Of Pearls and Gems, to deck thy jetty Locks,
With chearful Tunes disguise thy hollow Throat,
And emulate the Lark and Linnet's Note;
Let Envy's self rejoice, Despair be gay,
For Rage and Murder shall triumph to Day.
Arcal. Arise, O Ardan, from the hollow Womb
Of Earth, arise, burst from thy brazen Tomb,
