Part 21 (1/2)

_Chi._ 'Tis the Devil, To claw us for our catterwawling.

_Priest._ Retire softly, I did not look for you these two hours, Lady, Beshrew your hast: that way. [_To_ Chilax.

_Chi._ That goes to the Altar!

Ye old blind Beast.

_Priest._ I know not, any way; Still they come nearer, I'le in to th' Oracle.

_Chi._ That's well remembred I'le in with ye.

_Priest._ Do. [_Exeunt Priest, and_ Chilax.

_Enter_ Calis _and her Train with lights, singing:_ Lucippe, Cleanthe.

SONG.

_O fair sweet G.o.ddess Queen of Loves,_ _Soft and gentle, as thy Doves,_ _Humble ey'd, and ever ruing_ _Those poor hearts, their Loves pursuing:_ _O thou Mother of delights,_ _Crowner of all happy nights,_ _Star of dear content, and pleasure,_ _Of mutual loves the endless treasure,_ _Accept this sacrifice we bring,_ _Thou continual youth and Spring,_ _Grant this Lady her desires,_ _And every hour we'll crown thy fires._

Enter a Nun.

Nun. _You about her all retire,_ _Whilest the Princess feeds the fire,_ _When your Devotions ended be_ _To the Oracle I will attend ye._

[_Exit_ Nun and draws the Curtain close to _Calis_.

_Enter_ Stremon _and_ Eumenes.

_Strem._ He will abroad.

_Eumen._ How does his humour hold him?

_Stre._ He is now grown wondrous sad, weeps often too, Talks of his Brother to himself, starts strangely.

_Eumen._ Does he not curse?

_Strem._ No.

_Eumen._ Nor break out in fury, Offering some new attempt?

_Strem._ Neither; to th' Temple Is all we hear of now: what there he will do--

_Eumen._ I hope repent his folly, let's be near him.

_Strem._ Where are the rest?

_Eumen._ About a business Concerns him mainly, if Heav'n cure his madness, He's made for ever, _Stremon_.

_Strem._ Does the King know it?

_Eumen._ Yes, and much troubled with it, he's now gone To seek his Sister out.

_Strem._ Come let's away then. [_Exeunt_ Eumen. Strem. Cal.