Sil. Though she be old, and of a crooked carkass,
Her voice is like the harmony of Angels.
Bel. Thou art my darling, all my love dwels on thee
The Son of virtue, therefore I attend thee;
Enquire not what I am, I come to serve thee,
For if thou be'st inquisitive, thou hast lost me:
A thousand long miles hence my dwelling is,
Deep in a Cave, where but mine own, no foot treads,
There by mine Art, I found what danger (Silvio)
And deep distress of heart, thou wert grown into,
A thousand Leagues I have cut through empty air,
Far swifter than the sayling rack that gallops
Upon the wings of angry winds, to seek thee.
Sometimes o'er a swelling tide, on a Dolphins back I ride,
Sometimes pass the earth below, and through the unmoved Center go;
Sometimes in a flame of fire, like a Meteor I aspire,
Sometimes in mine own shape, thus, when I help the virtuous,
Men of honourable minds, command my Art in all his kinds;
Pursue the noble thought of War, from thy Guard I'll not be far,
Get thee worship on thy foe, lasting Fame is gotten so.
Single Syennas Duke alone, hear thy friends, thy Countrey groan,
And with thy manly arm strike sure, then thou hast wrought thine own free cure.
Sil. Some Sybel sure, some soul heaven loves, and favours.
And lends her their free powers, to work their wonders?
How she incites my courage!
Bel. Sylvio,
I knew thee many daies ago,
Foresaw thy love to Belvidere, the Dutchess daughter, and her Heir;
Knew she lov'd thee, and know what past; when you were found i' th' Castle fast
In one anothers arms; forsaw the taking of ye and the Law
And so thy innocence I loved, the deepest of my skill I proved;
Be rul'd by me, for to this hour, I have dwelt about thee with my power.
Sil. I will, and in the course of all observe thee,
For thou art sure an Angel [good] sent to me.
Bel. Get thee gone then to the fight, longer stay but robs thy right;
When thou grow'st weary I'll be near, then think on beauteous Belvidere,
For every precious thought of her, I'll lend thine honor a new spurre;
When all is done, meet here at night; Go and be happy in the fight.
[Exit.
Sil. I certainly believe I shall do nobly,
And that I'll bravely reach at too, or die. [Exeunt.
Scæna Tertia.
Enter Claudio, and Penurio.