And from this moment
That the rivalry commences.
Nisida.
Voice of song, thy sweet enchantment
On this great occasion lend me,
That through thy soft influence
Rank and riches I may merit. [Exit.
Cynthia.
Genius, offspring of the soul,
Prove this time thou 'rt so descended,
That thy proud ambitious hopes
May the laurel crown be tendered. [Exit.
Daria.
Beauty, daughter of the gods,
Now thy glorious birth remember:
Make me victress in the fight,
That the gods may live for ever. [Exit.
Scene III.—A hall in the house of Polemius, opening at the end upon a garden.
(Enter Polemius and Claudius.)
Polemius.
Is then everything prepared?—