Dor. To spoil
Our fame and honors? no, my vow is fixt,
And stands, as constant as these stones do, still.
Mar. Then pitie me, ye gods; you onely may
Move her, by tearing these firm stones a way.
[Solemn musick.
A mist ariseth, the rocks remove.
Enter Valerius like Mercury, singing.
Val. Martius rejoyce, Jove sends me from above,
His Messenger, to cure thy desperate love;
To shew rash vows c[a]nnot binde destinie:
Lady, behold, the rocks transplanted be.
Hard-hearted Dorigen, yield, lest for contempt,
They fix thee here a rock, whence they 're exempt.
Dor. What strange delusion's this? what Sorcery
Affrights me with these apparitions?
My colder Chastity's nigh turn'd to death.
Hence, lewd Magician; dar'st thou make the gods
Bawds to thy lust; will they do miracles
To further evil? or do they love it now?
Know, if they dare do so, I dare hate them,
And will no longer serve 'em. Jupiter,
Thy golden showr, nor thy snow-white Swan,
Had I been Læda, or bright Danae,
Had bought mine honor. Turn me into stone
For being good, and blush when thou hast done. [Exit Dorigen.
Enter Valerius.
Mar. O my Valerius, all yet will not do;
Unless I could so draw mine honestie
Down to the lees to be a ravisher;
She calls me witch, and villain.
Val. Patience, Sir,
The gods will punish perjury. Let her breathe
And ruminate on this strange sight. Time decays
The strongest fairest buildings we can finde;
But still Diana, fortifie her minde. [Exeunt.
Enter Sophocles and Dorigen.