_Rasni._ That for this deed I'll deck my Alvida In sendal and in costly sussapine,[86] Border'd with pearl and India diamond. I'll cause great Æol perfume all his winds With richest myrrh and curious ambergris. Come, lovely minion, paragon for fair, Come, follow me, sweet goddess of mine eye, And taste the pleasures Rasni will provide. [_Exeunt._ _Oseas._ Where whoredom reigns, there murder follows fast, As falling leaves before the winter blast. A wicked life, train'd up in endless crime, Hath no regard unto the latter time, When lechers shall be punish'd for their lust, When princes plagu'd because they are unjust. Foresee in time, the warning bell doth toll; Subdue the flesh, by prayer to save the soul: London, behold the cause of others' wrack, And see the sword of justice at thy back: Defer not off, to-morrow is too late; By night he comes perhaps to judge thy state. ACT THE THIRD SCENE I.--_A Seaport in Judea._ _Enter_ JONAS. _Jonas._ From forth the depth of my imprison'd soul Steal you, my sighs, [to] testify my pain; Convey on wings of mine immortal tone, My zealous prayers unto the starry throne. Ah, merciful and just, thou dreadful God! Where is thine arm to lay revengeful strokes Upon the heads of our rebellious race? Lo, Israel, once that flourish'd like the vine, Is barren laid; the beautiful increase Is wholly blent, and irreligious zeal Encampeth there where virtue was enthron'd: Alas, the while the widow wants relief, The fatherless is wrong'd by naked need, Devotion sleeps in cinders of contempt, Hypocrisy infects the holy priest! Ah me, for this! woe me, for these misdeeds! Alone I walk to think upon the world, And sigh to see thy prophets so contemn'd, Alas, contemn'd by cursèd Israel! Yet, Jonas, rest content, 'tis Israel's sin That causeth this; then muse no more thereon, But pray amends, and mend thy own amiss. _An_ Angel _appears to_ JONAS. _Angel._ Amittai's son, I charge thee muse no more: I AM hath power to pardon and correct; To thee pertains to do the Lord's command. Go girt thy loins, and haste thee quickly hence; To Nineveh, that mighty city, wend, And say this message from the Lord of hosts, Preach unto them these tidings from thy God;-- "Behold, thy wickedness hath tempted me, And piercèd through the nine-fold orbs of heaven: Repent, or else thy judgment is at hand." [_This said, the_ Angel _vanishes._