When my_ Alexis present is,
Then I for Damon sigh and mourn;
But when Alexis I do miss,
Damon _gains nothing but my Scorn:
And, if it chance they both are by,
For both, alas! I languish, sigh, and die.
Cure then, thou mighty winged God,
This raging Fever in my Blood.
One golden-pointed Dart take back;
But which, O_ Cupid, wilt thou take?
if Damon’s, all my hopes are crost:
Or, that of my Alexis, I am lost.
Enter Dancers, which dance an Antick.
Car. Come, my dear Julia, let’s retire to shades. [Aside to her.
Where only thou and I can find an entrance;
These dull, these necessary delays of ours
Have drawn my Love to an impatient height.
—Attend these Captives, at a respectful distance.
[_Ex. all but Isa. who stays_ Guil.
Guil. What wou’d the Great Sultana?
Isa. Ah! do not pierce my Heart with this unkindness.
Guil. Ha, ha, ha,—Pages,—give order, I have Letters writ to Sevil, to my Merchant,—I will be ransomed instantly.
Isa. Ah, cruel Count!
Guil. Meaning me, Lady! ah, fy! no, I am a Scoundrel; I a Count, no, not I, a Dog, a very Chim—hum,—a Son of a Whore, I, not worthy your notice.