houghts she please.
Tis much below me on his throne to sit;
But when I do, you shall petition it.

_Odm_. If, sir, Almeria does your bed partake,
I mourn for my forgotten mother's' sake.

_Mont_. When parents' loves are ordered by a son,
Let streams prescribe their fountains where to run.

_Odm_. In all I urge, I keep my duty still,
Not rule your reason, but instruct your will.

_Mont_. Small use of reason in that prince is shown,
Who follows others, and neglects his own.

[ALMERIA _to_ ORBELLAN _and_ ALIBECH, _who are this while
whispering to her_.

_Alm_. No, he shall ever love, and always be
The subject of my scorn and cruelty.

_Orb_. To prove the lasting torment of his life,
You must not be his mistress, but his wife.
Few know what care an husband's peace destroys,
His real griefs, and his dissembled joys.

_Alm_. What mark of pleasing vengeance could be shown,
If I, to break his quiet, lose my own?

_Orb_. A brother's life upon your love relics,
Since I do homage to Cydaria's eyes:
How can her father to my hopes be kind,
If in your heart he no example find?

_Alm_. To save your life I'll suffer any thing,
Yet I'll not flatter this tempestuous king;
But work his stubborn soul a nobler way,
And, if he love, I'll force him to obey.
I take this garland, not as given by you,
[_To MONT_.
But as my merit and my beauty's due.
As for the crown, that you, my slave, possess,
To share it with you would but make me less.

_Enter_ GUYOMAR _hastily_.

_Odm_. My brother Guyomar! methinks I spy
Haste in his steps, and wonder in his eye.

_Mont_. I sent thee to the frontiers; quickly tell
The cause of thy return; are all things well?

_Guy_. I went, in order, sir, to your command,
To view the utmost limits of the land:
To that sea-shore where no more world is found,
But foaming billows breaking on the ground;
Where, for a while, my eyes no object met,
But distant skies, that in the ocean set;
And low-hung clouds, that dipt themselves in rain,
To shake their fleeces on the earth again.
At last, as far as I could cast my eyes
Upon the sea, somewhat, methought, did rise,
Like blueish mists, which, still appearing more,
Took dreadful shapes, and moved towards the shore.

_Mont_. What forms did these new wonders represent?

_Guy_. More strange than what your wonder can invent.
The object, I could first distinctly view,
Was tall straight trees, which on the waters flew;
Wings on their sides, instead o