_Wor._ Stand neuter, Gods, this once I do invoke you. _Aman._ Then, save me, Virtue, and the Glory's thine. _Wor._ Nay, never strive. _Aman._ I will; and conquer too. My Forces rally bravely to my Aid, [_Breaking from him._] and thus I gain the Day. _Wor._ Then mine as bravely double their Attack. [_Seizing her again._] And thus I wrest it from you. Nay, struggle not; for all's in vain: On Death or victory; I am determin'd. _Aman._ And so am I. [_Rushing from him._] Now keep your distance, or we part for ever. _Wor._ [_Offering again._] For Heaven's sake---- _Aman._ [_Going._] Nay then, farewel. _Wor._ [_Kneeling and holding by her Clothes._] O stay, and see the Magick Force of Love: Behold this raging Lion at your Feet, struck dead with Fear, and tame as Charms can make him. What must I do to be forgiven by you? _Aman._ Repent, and never more offend. _Wor._ Repentance for past Crimes is just and easy; but sin no more's a Task too hard for Mortals. _Aman._ Yet those who hope for Heaven, must use their best Endeavours to perform it. _Wor._ Endeavours we may use, but Flesh and Blood are got in t'other Scale; and they are pond'rous things. _Aman._ Whate'er they are, there is a Weight in Resolution sufficient for their Balance. The Soul, I do confess, is usually so careless of its Charge, so soft, and so indulgent to Desire, it leaves the Reins in the wild Hand of Nature, who, like a _Phaeton_, drives the fiery Chariot, and sets the World on Flame. Yet still the Sovereignty is in the Mind, whene'er it pleases to exert its Force. Perhaps you may not think it worth your while to take such mighty pains for my Esteem; but that I leave to you. You see the Price I set upon my Heart; } Perhaps 'tis dear: But spite of all your Art, } You'll find on cheaper Terms we ne'er shall part. } [_Exit ~Amanda~._ _~Worthy~ solus_. Sure there's Divinity about her; and she'as dispens'd some portion on't to me. For what but now was the wild Flame of Love, or (to dissect that specious Term) the vile, the gross Desires of Flesh and Blood, is in a Moment turn'd to Adoration. The coarser Appetite of Nature's gone, and 'tis, methinks, the Food of Angels I require: how long this Influence may last, Heaven knows. But in this Moment of my Purity, I cou'd on her own Terms accept her Heart. Yes, lovely Woman, I can accept it. For now 'tis doubly worth my Care. Your Charms are much increas'd, since thus adorn'd. When Truth's extorted from us, then we own the Robe of Virtue is a graceful Habit.