yet had done her;
Once only, _Jove_ was known in Story,
To visit _Semele_ in Glory.
But fatal 'twas, he so enjoy'd her,
Her own ambitious Flame destroy'd her.
His Charms too fierce for Flesh and Blood,
She dy'd embracing of her God,
We gentler marks of Passion give,
The Maid we love, shall love and live;
Whom visibly we thus will grace,
Above the rest of human Race,
Say, is't your Will that we shou'd wed her,
And nightly in Disguises bed her?

_Doct_. The Glory is too great for Mortal Wife.
[_Kneels with Transport_.

_Sten_. What then remains, but that we consummate
This happy Marriage in our splendid State?

_Doct_. Thus low I kneel, in thanks for this great Blessing.

[Cinthio _takes_ Elaria _by the Hand_; Charmante, Bellemante;
_two of the Singers in white being Priests, they lead 'em to the
Altar, the whole Company dividing on either side. Where, while a
Hymeneal Song is sung, the Priest joins their Hands: The Song
ended, and they marry'd, they come forth; but before they come
forward, two Chariots descend one on one side above, and the other
on the other side; in which is_ Harlequin _dress'd like a Mock Hero,
with others; and_ Scaramouch _in the other, dress'd so in Helmets_.

_Scar_. Stay, mighty Emperor, and vouchsafe to be the Umpire of our
Difference. [Cinthio _signs to_ Keplair.

_Kep_. What are you?

_Scar_. Two neighbouring Princes to your vast Dominion.

_Har_. Knights of the Sun, our honourable Titles,
And fight for that fair Mortal, _Mopsophil_.

_Mop_. Bless us!--my two precious Lovers, I'll warrant; well, I had
better take up with one of them, than lie alone to Night.

_Scar_. Long as two Rivals we have lov'd and hop'd,
Both equally endeavour'd, and both fail'd.
At last by joint Consent, we both agreed
To try our Titles by the Dint of Lance,
And chose your Mightiness for Arbitrator.

_Kep_. The Emperor gives Consent.

[_They both all arm'd--with gilded Lances and Shields of Black,
with golden Suns painted. The Musick plays a fighting Tune. They
fight at Barriers, to the Tune_.--Harlequin _is often foil'd, but
advances still; at last_ Scaramouch _throws him, and is Conqueror;
all give Judgment for him_.

_Kep_. The Emperor pronounces you are Victor.-- [_To_ Scar.

_Doct_. Receive your Mistress, Sir, as the Reward of your undoubted
Valour--
[_Presents_ Mopsophil.

_Scar_. You