Ros. So soon return'd!
Alb. Here: see the Idol of the Lapidary.
Ti. These Pearls, for which the slavish Negro
Dives to the bottom of the Sea.
Lam. To get which the industrious Merchant
Touches at either pole.
Fran. The never-fayling purchase
Of Lordships, and of honors.
Mor. The Worlds Mistriss,
That can give every thing to the possessors.
Ma. For which the Saylors scorn tempestuous Winds.
And spit defiance in the Sea.
Ti. Speak Lady: Look we not lovely now?
Ros. Yes, yes, O my Stars,
Be now for ever blest, that have brought
To my revenge these Robbers; take your arrowes,
And nayl these Monsters to the earth.
Alb. What mean ye Lady?
In what have we offended?