Ors. Who is’t thou fear’st?
Ger. The Anger of the Gods, Who will not have their high Decrees reveal’d, Till they themselves unfold ‘em in their Oracles.
Ors. What are those Oracles?
Ger. Heavenly Voices, Sir, that expound what’s writ In the Eternal Book of Destiny.
Ors. I’ll know what’s writ in that eternal Book, Or let thee know what it contains of thee.
Ger. What will you do?
Ors. Throw thee into the Sea; by Jupiter, I will. [Offers to take him up.
Ger. Stay, Orsames— ’.is true, I have Commands from Cleomena, But yet the Time is hardly ripe for the Design. [Aside.
Ors. Begin your Story—or, by Heaven—
Ger. I shall—When you consider who I am,
With how much Care and Toil I’ve brought you up;
How I have made my aged Arms your Cradle,
And in my Bosom lull’d you to your rest;
How when you wept, my Tears kept time with yours,
And how your Smiles would dry again those Showers;
You will believe ‘tis my Concern for you,
And not your Threats, makes me declare a Truth.