Demagoras is a glorious warrior who would compel love as he has done fame. Though Parthenia reminds him that
Mars did not wooe the Queen of Love in Armes,
his fierce soul yet dwells on deeds of force:
I'll bring on
Well-manag'd troops of Souldiers to the fight,
Draw big battaliaes, like a moving field
Of standing Corne, blown one way by the wind
Against the frighted enemy; (ib.)
and, remembering former conquests:
This brave resolve
Vanquish'd my steele wing'd Goddesse, and ingag'd
Peneian Daphne, who did fly the Sun,
Give up to willing ravishment, her boughes
T' invest my awfull front. (ib.)
Parthenia, healed from the poison, returns
her right
Beauty new shining like the Queen of night,
Appearing fresher after she did shroud
Her gawdy forehead in a pitchy cloud:
Love triumphs in her eyes; (III, end.)
and the pastoral poetess Sapho promises an 'epithalamy' for the bridal pair,
Till I sing day from Tethis armes, and fire
With ayry raptures the whole morning quire,
Till the small birds their Silvan notes display
And sing with us, 'Joy to Parthenia!' (ib.)