Not painted and adorn'd to varnish Sin,
Without all Goddess, all Divine within,
By Truth maintaining what by Love she got,
A Heav'n without a Cloud, a Sun without a Spot.
Amad.Forgive the Visions of my frantick Brain,
Far from the Man I love, be all such Pain:
By the immortal Gods I swear, my Friend,
The Fates to me no greater Joy cou'd send,
Than that your Labours meet a prosp'rous End.
After so many glorious Toils, that you
Have found a Mistress, beautiful and true.
Oriana and Corisanda without.
Ori. and Cor.Help, help, oh! Heav'ns, help
Amad.What Cries are these?
Flor.It seem'd the Call of Women in Distress.
Of savage Beasts and Men a monstruous Brood
Possess this Land
Ori. and Cor.Help, help———
Amad.Again the Cry's renew'd.
Draw both our Swords, and fly with Speed to save;
Th' Opprest have a sure Refuge in the Brave.
[Exeunt drawing their Swords.
[Oriana and Corisanda cross the Stage pursu'd by a Party
belonging to Arcalaus.
Ori. and Cor.Help, help!
