Cast. Where am I? surely paradise is round me!
Sweets planted by the hand of Heaven grow here,
And every sense is full of thy perfection.
To hear thee speak might calm a madman's frenzy,
Till by attention he forgot his sorrows;
But to behold thy eyes, thy amazing beauties,
Might make him rage again with love, as I do.
To touch thee's Heaven; but to enjoy thee, oh!
Thou Nature's whole perfection in one piece!
Sure, framing thee Heaven took unusual care;
As its own beauty it designed thee fair;
And formed thee by the best-loved angel there. [Exeunt.
FOOTNOTES:
[18] "Superstitious" in old edition, but evidently a misprint.
[19] Œdipus.
ACT THE THIRD.
SCENE I.—The Garden before Acasto's House.
Enter Polydore and Page.