2. Look up Silvio, smile, and sing,
After winter comes a Spring.
1. Fear not faint fool what may follow,
Eyes that now are sunk and hollow,
By her Art may quick return
To their flames again, and burn.
2. Art commands all youth, and blood,
Strength and beauty it makes good.
1. Fear not then, despair not, sing
Round about as we do spring:
Cares and sorrows cast away,
This is the old wives Holy-day. [Dance here, then enter Belvidere.
Dutch. Who is this?
Sy. The shape of Belvidere.
Bel. Now Silvio,
How dost thou like me now?
Sil. Thus I kneel to thee.
Bel. Stand up, and come no nearer, mark me well too,
For if thou troublest me, I vanish instantly:
Now chuse wisely, or chuse never,
One thou must enjoy for ever.
Dost thou love me thus?
Sil. Most dearly.