AMADIS.

Though falfe as watery bubbles blown by wind,
Fixt in my foul, and rooted in my mind,
I love Oriana, faithlefs and unkind.

O were the kind, and faithful, as the 's fair!
For her alone I'd live and die for her.
URGANDA.

Adjourn these murmurs of returning love, And from this fcene of rage and fate remove. [To ARCABON.]

Thy empire, Arcabon concludes this hour,
Short is the date of all flagitious power:
Spar'd be thy life, that thou may'ft living bear
The torments of the damn'd in thy despair.

[To ORIANA and AMADIS.] Where zephyrs only breathe in myrtle groves, There will I lead you to debate your loves.

[The Machine representing the Figure of the Sun opens, and appears to be a Chariot refulgent with Rays, magnificently gilt and adorned, with convenient Seats, to which Urganda conducts Oriana; Amadis fallowing, Arcabon ftops him by the Robe.]

ARCABON.

What, not one look? not one diffembling fmile, To thank me for your life? or to beguile Defpair? Cold and ungrateful as thou art, Hence from my fight for ever, and my heart.

[Letting go her hold with an air of contempt. Back, foldier, to the camp, thy proper sphere, Stick to thy trade, dull hero, follow war; Ufelefs to women- -thou mere image, meant To raise defire-and then to difappoint.

[Amadis takes his Place in Urganda's Chariot, which rifes gradually in the Air, not quite disappearing till the Clofe of Arcabon's Speech.]

So ready to be gone-Barbarian, stay.
He's gone, and love returns, and pride gives way.
Oftay, come back-Horror and Hell! I burn!
I rage! I rave! I die !-Return, return!
Eternal racks my tortur'd bofom tear,
Vultures with endless pangs are gnawing there;
Fury! Diftraction-I am all defpair.
Burning with love, may'st thou ne'er aim at blifs,
But thunder fhake thy limbs, and lightning blaft thy
kifs;

While pale, aghaft, a spectre I ftand by,
Pleas'd at the terrors that distract thy joy!
Plague of my life! thy impotence shall be
A curfe to her, more than thy fcorn to me.

CHORUS.

Firft Voice.

The battle 's done,
Our wars are over,

The battle's done,
Let laurels crown

Whom rugged fteel did cover.

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Such are but licens'd rapes, which vengeance draw
From Heav'n, howe'er approv'd by human law.
Marriage the happieft bond of love might be,
If hands were only joined, when hearts agree.

Kill him, and ravish her-for so would I,
Were I 2 manor rather let both die.
The rape may please

Each was difdain'd; to equal rage refign

Thy heart, and let it burn and blaze like mine.

Attendants to URGANDA.

URGANDA.

O Floreftan! bleft as thou doft deferve, To thee the Fates are kind, without reserve. My joys are not fo full; though love would yield, Fierce Honor ftands his ground, and keeps the field; Nature within feduc'd, in vain befriends, While Honor, with his guard of pride, defends: O Nature! frail, and faulty in thy frame, Fomenting wishes, Honor muft condemn; Or O! too rigid Honor, thus to bind, When Nature prompts, and when Defire is kind.

Enter ARCABON conducting CONSTANTIUS, her Garments loofe, and Hair dishevelled, feeming frantic. CONSTANTIUS in deep Mourning.

ARCABON.

This, Roman, is the place: "Tis magic ground, Hid by enchantment, by enchantment found. Behold them at our view diffolve in fear, Two armies, are two lovers in defpair; Proceed, be bold, and scorning to entreat,

Think all her ftrugglings feign'd, her eries deceit !

Revenge fupplies the lofs with joys as great.

[A Chariot defcends fwiftly, into which she enters at the following Lines]

Up to th' etherial heavens, where Gods refide,
Lo! thus I fly, to thunder on thy fide.

[A Clap of Thunder. The Chariot mounts in the Air, and vanishes with her.]

CONSTANTIUS.

Fly where thou wilt, but not to bleft abodes, For fure, where-e'er thou art, there are no Gods. [Addrefing himself to Oriana.]

I come not here an object to affright,
Or to moleft, but add to your delight.
Behold a Prince expiring in your view,
Whofe life's a burthen to himself, and you.
Fate and the King all other means deny
To fet you free, but that Conftantius die.
A Roman arm had play'd a Roman part,
But 'tis prevented by my breaking heart;
I thank ye, Gods, nor think my doom severe,
Refigning life, on any terms, for her.
URGANDA.

What cruel destiny on beauty waits,
When on one face depend fo many fates!

CONSTANTIUS.

Make room, ye Decii, whofe devoted breath
Secur'd your country's happiness by death;
I come a facrifice no lefs renown'd,

The caufe as glorious, and as fure the wound.
O Love! with all thy fweets let her be bleft,
Thy reign be gentle in that beauteous breaft.
Though thy malignant beams, with deadly force,
Have fcorch'd my joys, and in their baneful course
Wither'd each plant, and dry'd up every fource;
Ah! to Oriana fhine lefs fatal bright,
Cherish her heart, and nourish her delight,
Reftrain each cruel influence that destroys,
Blefs all her days, and ripen all her joys.

[Oriana weeps, and fhews concern; Amadis addressing himself to Conftantius.]

O'tis too much! and Nature in difdain
Turns back from death, and firing every vein,
Reddens with rage, and kindles life again.

Be firm, my foul, quick from this fcene remove,
Or madness elfe may be too ftrong for love.
Spent as I am, and wearied with the weight
Of burthening life-I could reverse my fate.
Thus planted-stand thy everlasting bar-

[Seizes him, holding a dagger at his breaft; Amadis does the fame, each holding a dagger ready to ftrike. But for Oriana's fake 'tis better here.

Second Voice.

Give the word to begin,

Let the combatants in, The challenger enters all glorious; But Love has decreed

Though Beauty may bleed, Yet Beauty fhall ftill be victorious.

CHORUS.

Make room for the combat, make room; Sound the trumpet and drum.

[Carry off the body.

Ere yon bright beams are fhadow'd o'er with night,
The ftubborn king fhall license your delight;
The torch, already bright with nuptial fire,
Shall bring you to the bridegroom you defire;
And Honor, which fo long has kept in doubt,
Be better pleas'd to yield, than to hold out.

[Flourish of all the Mufic. The Stage fills with Singers and Dancers, in the Habits of Heroes and Heroines.]

Urganda conducts Amadis, Oriana, &c. to a Seat
during the following Entertainment.
Firft Voice.

Make room for the combat, make room;
Sound the trumpet and drum;

A fairer than Venus prepares

To encounter a greater than Mars.
The Gods of defire take part in the fray,

And Love fits like Jove to decide the great day.
Make room for the combat, make room;
Sound the trumpet and drum.

Theatre, armed at all Points, marching in ware Order. And then dance feveral Pyrrhick or Martial Dances, with Swords and Bucklers. Which ended, the Singers again advance.]

To be fung.

Help! help! th' unpractis'd conqu❜ror cries;
He faints, he falls; help! help! Ah me! he dies;
Gently the tries to raise his head,

And weeps, alas! to think him dead.
Sound, found a charge-'tis war again;
Again he fights, again is flain;

Again, again, help! help! the cries,

He faints, he falls, help! help! Ah me! he dies, 'Dance of Heroes and Heroines.

Then Singers again come forward.
To be fung.

Happy pair,

Free from care,
Enjoy the blefling
Of fweet poffeffing;
Free from care,
Happy pair.

Love inviting,
Souls uniting;
Defiring,
Expiring;
Enjoy the bleffing
Of fweet poffeffing;
Free from caro,
Happy pair.

Another Dance of Heroes and Heroes.

Then a full CHORUS of all the Voices and Inftruments.

Be true, all ye lovers, whate'er you endure;
Though cruel the pain is, how fweet is the cure!
In the hour of poffeffing,
So divine is the bleffing,

That one moment's obtaining,
Pays an age of complaining.

Be true, all ye lovers, whate'er you endure;
Though cruel the pain is, how fweet is the cure!

[Here follows Variety of Dances, with robich the Etertainment concluding, Amadis, Oriana, &c. rife and come forward.]

AMADIS