Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima.
Cornets. Descend Cupid.
Cupid.
Leucippus thou art shot through with a shaft
That will not rankle long, yet sharp enough
To sow a world of helpless misery—
In this [happie] Kingdom, dost thou think
Because thou art a Prince, to make a part
Against my power, but it is all the fault
Of thy old Father, who believes [his] age
Is cold enough to quench my burning Darts,
But he shall know e'r long, that my smart loose,
Can thaw Ice, and inflame the wither'd heart
Of Nestor, thou thy self art lightly struck,
But his mad love, shall publish that the rage
Of Cupid, has the power to conquer Age. [Exit.
Enter Bacha, and Leucippus, Bacha, a Handkerchief.
Leu. Why, what's the matter?
Bacha. Have you got the spoil
You thirsted for? Oh tyrannie of men!
Leu. I pray thee leave.
Bacha. Your envy is, Heaven knows,
Beyond the reach of all our feeble sex:
What pain alas, could it have been to you,
If I had kept mine honor? you might still
Have been a Prince, and still this Countreys Heir,
That innocent Guard which I till now had kept,
For my defence, my virtue, did it seem
So dangerous in a State, that your self came to suppress it?
Leu. Drie thine eyes again, I'll kiss thy tears away,
This is but folly, 'tis past all help.