Volume Ii Part 36 (2/2)

Remove that Contradiction from my sight, And let him live no longer: ha, more Women!

[Exit Geron.

_Enter_ Olympia _and other Women_.

Oh Nature, how thou'st furnish'd me with Store!

And finer far than this-- [_Gazes on_ Olympia.

--But what is that whose Eyes give Laws to all, And like the Sun, eclipse the lesser Lights?

_Qu_. Speak to him, _Olympia_.

_Ors_. Who tells me what she is?

_Olym_. Oh, how I tremble!--Sir, I am a Maid.

_Ors_. A Maid! and may you be approacht with Knees and Prayers [_Kneels_.

_Olym_. I am your Slave, you must not kneel to me-- Takes him up.

_Ors_. How soon my Glory's vanisht!

Till now I did believe I was some G.o.d, And had my Power and my Divinity Within my Will; but by this awful Fear, I find thou art the greater Deity: --Pray tell me, fairest, are you not a Woman?

_Olym_. I am a Woman, and a Virgin, Sir.

_Ors_. I did believe that thou wert something more, For I have seen a Woman, and ne'er knew So much Disorder in my Soul before: --For every Look of thine gives me a Pain, And draws my Heart out of its wonted Seat.

_Olym_. Alas, Sir, have I hurt you?

_Ors_. Extremely hurt me, thou hast a secret Power, And canst at distance wound, Which none but Heaven and you cou'd ever do.

--But 'twas my Fault; had I not gaz'd on thee, I had been still a King, and full of Health.

--Here--receive this Crown, 'tis now unfit for me, Since thou hast greater Power--whilst it sits here-- [_He takes off his Crown, and puts it on her_.

It looks like Stars fall'n from their proper Sphere: --So, now they're fixt again.

_Qu. Pimante_, speak to him to take it back.

_Pim_. He kills me with his Looks.

--Sir, when you part with this, you'll be despis'd; Your Glory, and your Thunder, all will vanish.

_Ors_. I yet have something that shall make thee fear, I'm still a King, though I must bow to her; Take him away to Death immediately--

_Pim_. Any where to be out of your Sight-- A King, quotha? [_Exit_.

_Ors_. Come, my fair Virgin, this shall be my Altar, And I will place thee here, my Deity.

_Qu_. Great Sir, that Throne is only fit for you.

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