_Nilo._ This will not help it, take down the Image[s] And away with 'em. Priest, change your coat you had best, all service now Is given to men: Prayers above their hearing Will prove but bablings: learn to lye and thrive, 'Twill prove your best profession: for the gods, He that lives by 'em now, must be a beggar. There's better holiness on earth they say, Pray God it ask not greater sacrifice. Go home, And if [y]our god be not deaf as well as blind, He will [make] some smoak for it. _Gent._ Sir-- _Nilo._ Gentlemen, there is no talking, This must be done and speedily; I have commission that I must not break. _Gent._ We are gone, to wonder what shall follow. _Nilo._ On to the next Temple. [_Exeunt._ _Cornets. Descendit Cupid._ _Cupid._ Am I then scorn'd? is my all-doing Will And Power, that knows no limit, nor admits none, Now look'd into by less than gods? and weak'ned Am I, whose Bow struck terror through the earth, No less than Thunder, and in this, exceeding Even gods themselves; whose knees before my Altars Now shook off; and contemn'd by such, whose lives Are but my recreation! anger rise My sufferance and my self are made the subject Of sins against us. Go thou out displeasure, Displeasure of a great god, flying thy self Through all this Kingdom: sow what ever evils Proud flesh is [taking of], amongst these Rebels: And on the first heart that despise my Greatness, Lay a strange misery, that all may know _Cupid's_ revenge is mighty; with his Arrow Hotter than plagues or mine own anger, will I Now nobly right my self: nor shall the prayers Nor [sweete] smoaks on my Altars hold my hand, Till I have left this a most wretched Land. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Hidaspes, _and Cleophila_. _Hidas. Cleophila_, what was he that went hence? _Cleo._ What means your Grace now? _Hidas._ I mean that handsome man, That something more than man I met at door. _Cleo._ Here was no handsome man. _Hidas._ Come, he's some one You would preserve in private, but you want Cunning to do it, and my eyes are sharper Than yours, and can with one neglecting glance, See all the graces of a man. Who was't? _Cleo._ That went hence now? _Hidas._ That went hence now, I, he. _Cleo._ Faith here was no such one as your Grace thinks. _Zoylous_ your Brothers Dwarf went out but now. _Hidas._ I think 'twas he: how bravely he past by: Is he not grown a goodly Gentleman? _Cleo._ A goodly Gentleman, Madam? He is the most deformed fellow i'the Land.