Volume Ii Part 36 (1/2)

_Ger_. On Earth it is: your Power too is as great; Your Frowns destroy, and when you smile you bless; At every Nod the whole Creation bows, And lay their grateful Tributes at your Feet; Their Lives are yours, and when you deign to take 'em, There's not a Mortal dares defend himself: But that you may the more resemble Heaven, You should be merciful and bountiful.

_Ors_. I do believe I am the King thou speak'st of.

_Ger_. Behold this Crown--this sacred Thing is yours.

[_Kneels and gives him the Scepter and Crown; he puts it on, and walks about_.

_Ors_. It is a glorious Object-- And fit for none but me--

_Olymp_. Madam, methinks the King is the finest Man That e'er I saw--shall he not still be King?

_Qu_. I hope he will deserve it.

_Ors_. So, now methinks I move like Heaven itself, All circled round with Stars, --Hah! what's this that kneels?

[_The_ Queen _kneels, he s.n.a.t.c.hes her up_.

_Ger_. The Queen your Mother, Sir.--

_Ors_. By my great self it is another Woman, Which I have burnt with a desire of seeing.

--Be gone, and leave us here alone together; I've something to impart to this fair Thing, Must not be understood by you.

_Qu_. Why, Sir, what is it you can impart to me, Which those about you must not understand?

_Ors_. A new Philosophy inspir'd by Nature, And much above whatever Geron taught.

--Come and augment my Knowledge.

_Qu_. Why me, Sir, more than any one about you?

_Ors_. Thou art all soft and sweet like springing Flowers, And gentle as the undisturbed Air.

_Qu_. But I am your Mother.

_Ors_. No matter; thou'rt a Woman, art thou not?

And being so, the Mother cannot awe me.

_Ger_. Sir, 'tis the Person gave you Life and Being.

_Ors_. That gave me Life! oh, how I love thee for't!

Come--and I'll pay thee back such kind Returns--

_Ger_. Most Royal Sir, this Woman was Not made by Heaven--for you.

_Ors_. Away with your Philosophy; but now you said-- I was a King, a mighty G.o.d on Earth, And by that Power I may do any thing.

_Ger_. But Kings are just as well as powerful, Sir.

_Ors_. I am so to my self, do not oppose me.

_Ger_. Sir, this one is not meant, not form'd for you.

_Ors_. Am I a G.o.d, and can be disobey'd?