_Bel._ Be not dismaid Son, I wait upon thee for thy good, and honor, 'Twas I that now sung to thee, stirr'd thy mind up, And rais'd thy spirits to the pitch of nobleness. _Sil._ Though she be old, and of a crooked carkass, Her voice is like the harmony of Angels. _Bel._ Thou art my darling, all my love dwels on thee The Son of virtue, therefore I attend thee; Enquire not what I am, I come to serve thee, For if thou be'st inquisitive, thou hast lost me: A thousand long miles hence my dwelling is, Deep in a Cave, where but mine own, no foot treads, There by mine Art, I found what danger (_Silvio_) And deep distress of heart, thou wert grown into, A thousand Leagues I have cut through empty air, Far swifter than the sayling rack that gallops Upon the wings of angry winds, to seek thee. Sometimes o'er a swelling tide, on a Dolphins back I ride, Sometimes pass the earth below, and through the unmoved Center go; Sometimes in a flame of fire, like a Meteor I aspire, Sometimes in mine own shape, thus, when I help the virtuous, Men of honourable minds, command my Art in all his kinds; Pursue the noble thought of War, from thy Guard I'll not be far, Get thee worship on thy foe, lasting Fame is gotten so. Single _Syennas_ Duke alone, hear thy friends, thy Countrey groan, And with thy manly arm strike sure, then thou hast wrought thine own free cure. _Sil._ Some _Sybel_ sure, some soul heaven loves, and favours. And lends her their free powers, to work their wonders? How she incites my courage! _Bel. Sylvio_, I knew thee many daies ago, Foresaw thy love to _Belvidere_, the Dutchess daughter, and her Heir; Knew she lov'd thee, and know what past; when you were found i' th' Castle fast In one anothers arms; forsaw the taking of ye and the Law And so thy innocence I loved, the deepest of my skill I proved; Be rul'd by me, for to this hour, I have dwelt about thee with my power. _Sil._ I will, and in the course of all observe thee, For thou art sure an Angel [good] sent to me. _Bel._ Get thee gone then to the fight, longer stay but robs thy right; When thou grow'st weary I'll be near, then think on beauteous _Belvidere_, For every precious thought of her, I'll lend thine honor a new spurre; When all is done, meet here at night; Go and be happy in the fight. [_Exit._ _Sil._ I certainly believe I shall do nobly, And that I'll bravely reach at too, or die. [_Exeunt._ _Scæna Tertia._ _Enter_ Claudio, _and_ Penurio. _Cla._ Is she so loving still?