Ors.—Oh Gods! it speaks, and smiles, and acts like me;
It is a Man, a wondrous lovely Man!
Whom Nature made to please me.
—Fair thing, pray speak again:
Thy Voice has Musick in’t that does exceed
All Geron’s Lutes, pray bless my Ears again.
Ura. Sir, as you’re Noble, as you are a Gentleman, Instruct me where to find my Lord Amintas.
Ors. Bright Creature! sure thou wert born i’th’ upper World,
Thy Language is not what we practise here;
Speak on, thou Harmony to every Sense,
Ravish my Ear as well as Sight and Touch.
Ura. Surely he’s mad—nay, Sir, you must not touch me.
Ors. Perhaps thou art some God descended hither, [Retires and bows. And cam’st to punish, not to bless thy Creatures? Instruct me how to adore you so, As to retain you here my Houshold God, And I and Geron still will kneel and pray to you.
Ura. Alas, I am a Woman.
Ors. A Woman! what’s that? Something more powerful than a Deity; For sure that Word awes me no less than t’other.
Ura. What can he mean?—oh, I shall die with fear— [Aside. —Sir, I must leave you.
Ors. Leave me! oh no, not for my future Being!
You needs must live with me, and I will love you;
I’ve many things that will invite you to’t,
I have a Garden compass’d round with Sea,
Which every day shall send fresh Beauties forth,
To make the Wreaths to crown thy softer Temples.
Geron shall deck his Altar up no more;
The gaudy Flowers shall make a Bed for thee,
Where we will wanton out the heat o’th’ day—
What things are these, that rise and fall so often,
[Touches her Breasts.
Like Waves, blown gently up by swelling Winds?
Sure thou hast other Wonders yet unseen,
Which these gay things maliciously do hide.
Ura. Alas, I am undone, what shall I do?— [Aside.