fly
The wounded panting God;
But all shall be serene and fair,
No sad Complaints of Love
Shall fill the gentle whispering Air,
No echoing Sighs the Grove.

Beneath the Shades young_ Strephon _lies,
Of all his Wish possess'd;
Gazing on_ Sylvia's _charming Eyes,
Whose Soul is there confessed.
All soft and sweet the Maid appears,
With Looks that know no Art,
And though she yields with trembling Fears,
She yields with all her Heart_.

--See, Sir, the Cloud of Foreigners appears, French, English, Spaniards,
Danes, Turks, Russians, Indians, and the nearer Climes of Christendom;
and lastly, Sir, behold the mighty Emperor.--

[_A Chariot appears, made like a Half Moon, in which is_ Cinthio
_for the Emperor, richly dressed, and_ Charmante _for the Prince,
rich, with a good many Heroes attending_. Cinthio's _Train born by
four Cupids. The Song continues while they descend and land. They
address themselves to_ Elaria _and_ Bellemante.--Doctor _falls on his
Face, the rest bow very low as they pass. They make signs to_ Keplair.

_Kep_. The Emperor wou'd have you rise, Sir, he will expect no Ceremony
from the Father of his Mistress.
[_Takes him up_.

_Doct_. I cannot, Sir, behold his Mightiness--the Splendor of his
Majesty confounds me.

_Kep_. You must be moderate, Sir, it is expected.

[_The two Lovers make all the Signs of Love in dumb show to the
Ladies, while the soft Musick plays again from the end of the Song_.

_Doct_. Shall I not have the Joy to hear their heavenly Voices, Sir?

_Kep_. They never speak to any Subject, Sir, when they appear in Royalty,
but by Interpreters, and that by way of Stentraphon, in manner of the
Delphick Oracles.

_Doct_. Any way, so I may hear the Sense of what they wou'd say.

_Kep_. No doubt you will--But see the Emperor commands by Signs his
Foreigners to dance.

[_Soft Musick changes_.

[_A very Antick Dance. The Dance ended, the Front Scene draws
off, and shows a Temple, with an Altar, one speaking through a
Stentraphon from behind it. Soft Musick plays the while_.

_Kep_. Most Learned Sir, the Emperor now is going to declare himself,
according to his Custom, to his Subjects. Listen.--

_Sten_. Most Reverend Sir, whose Virtue did incite us,
Whose Daughter's Charms did more invite us;
We come to grace her with that Honour,
That never Mortal