ACT IV.SCENE I.
SCENE, A Grove, &c.
Enter Arcabon and Arcalaus.
Arcab. His first Excuses I to Forms allow'd,
And deem'd 'em Policy before the Croud;
But when alone, in Shades where Lovers hide,
Death! Hell! and Furies! then to be deny'd!
Arcal. Of Women Tyrants 'tis the common Doom,
Each haughtily sets out in Beauty's Bloom,
'Till late repenting, to redeem the past,
You turn abandoned Prostitutes at last.
Arcab. Who Hate declares, is sure of Hate again:
Rage begets Rage, Disdain provokes Disdain:
Why, why, alas, shou'd Love less equal prove?
Why is not Love return'd with mutual Love?
Arcal. Blessings when cheap, or certain, we despise;
From sure Possession what Desire can rise?
Love, like Ambition, dies as 'tis enjoy'd,
By Doubt provok'd, by Certainty destroy'd.
Arcab. To govern Love! alas! what Woman can?
Yet 'tis an easie Province to a Man.
