_Euph._ There are two Seas in _Corinth_, and two Queens, And but there, not two such in the spacious Universe; I came to tender you the man you have made, And like a thankful stream to retribute All you my Ocean have enrich'd me with. You told [me] once you'ld marry me. _Bel._ Another mock? you were wont to play fair play, You scorn poor helps; he that is sure to win, May slight mean hearts, whose hand commands the Queen. _Euph._ Let me be held the Knave through all the Stock When I do slight my Mistris; you know well The gracious inclination of the Queen, Who sent me leave this morning to proceed To marry as I saw convenience, And a great gift of Jewels: Three days hence The general sacrifice is done to _Vesta_, And can you by then be accommodated Your servant shall wait on you to the Temple. _Bel._ Till now I never felt a real joy indeed. _Euph._ Here then I seal my duty, here my love, Till which vouchsafe to wear this Ring, dear Mistris; 'Twas the Queens Token, and shall celebrate Our Nuptialls. _Bel._ Honour still raise, and preserve My honor'd Lord, as he preserves all honor. [_Exit Euph._ _Enter Agenor, Leonidas, Merione._ _Ag._ Why shift you places thus _Merione_, And will not lend a word? Could'st thou so soon Leave sorrow as the place, how blest were I, But 'twill not be; grief is an impudent guest, A follower every where, a hanger on, That words nor blows can drive away. _Leo._ Dear Sister. _Bel._ Who can be sad? out with these Tragick Lights, And let day repossess her natural howres: Tear down these blacks, cast ope' the Casements wide, That we may jocondly behold the Sun. I did partake with sad _Merione_ In all her mourning: let her now rejoyce With glad _Beliza_, for _Euphanes_ is As full of love, full of humility As when he wanted. _Mer._ Oh--that. _Leo._ Help, she faints: Her grief has broke her heart. _Mer._ No--that--that. _Ag._ Mistris, what point you at? Her lamps are out, yet still she extends her hand As if she saw something antipathous Unto her virtuous life. _Leo._ Still, still she points, And her lips move, but no articulate sound Breathes from 'em: Sister, speak, what moves you thus? _Bel._ Her spirits return. _Mer._ Oh, hide that fatal Ring, Where had it you _Beliza_? _Bel._ What hid fate Depends on it? _Euphanes_ gave it me As holy pledge of future Mariage. _Mer._ Then is _Euphanes_ the foul Ravisher? Let me speak this and dye. That dismal night Which seal'd my shame upon me, was that Ring, The partner of my rob'd virginity. _Leo. Euphanes?_ _Ag._ Strange. _Bel._ Impossible.