Aur. O!
Ant. Stand wider, give her air.
Mach. God-like physician, I and all that's mine,
Will at thy feet offer a sacrifice.
Ant. Forfend it, goodness; I—nay all,
Ere many hours [do] make the now young day
A type of sparkling youth, shall on their knees
Pray for your highness.
Mach. Look up, my Auristella, and be great;
Rise with the sun, but never to decline.
Aur. What have you done?
Mach. Wak'd thee to be a queen.
Aur. A queen! O, don't dissemble; you have robb'd me
Of greater pleasure than the fancied bliss
Elysium owns: O, for a pleasure real, that
Would appear in all unto my dream: that I may
Frown, and then kill: smile, and create again.
Were there a hell, as doating age would have,
To fright from lawless courses heedless youth:
For such a short-liv'd happiness as that
I would be lost unto eternity.
Mach. The day grows old in hours:
Come, Auristella, to the capital;
The greybeard senate shall on humble knees
Pay a religious sacrifice of praise
Unto thy demi-deity: the stars
Have in a general senate made thee queen
Of this our world. Great master of thy art,
Confirm my love.
Ant. Madam——