Rather than be another's I wou'd die,
Nor can be yours, 'till Duty can comply.
Amad. Curst Rules! that thus the noblest Loves engage,
To wait the peevish Humours of old Age!
Think not the Lawfulness of Love consists
In Parents Wills, or in the Forms of Priests;
Such are but licens'd Rapes, that Vengeance draw
From Heav'n, howe'er approv'd by human Law.
Marriage the happy'st Bond of Love might be,
If Hands were only join'd when Hearts agree.
Enter Urganda and Corisanda, Florestan and Attendants.
Urg. Here faithful Lovers to safe Joys remove,
The soft Retreat of Glory and of Love,
By Fate prepar'd, to crown the happy Hours
Of mighty Kings, and famous Conquerours.
The Bower of Bliss 'tis call'd, and is the same
Which Mortals shall hereafter Blenheim name,
Delicious Seat, ordain'd a sweet Recess
For thee, and for a future Amadis.
Here, Amadis, let all your Suffrings end;
Before I brought a Mistress, now a Friend,
The greatest Blessings that the Gods can send.
Amad. O, Florestan there wanted but this more,
This strict Embrace, to make my Joys run o'er:
