_Strem._ Where are the rest? _Eumen._ About a business Concerns him mainly, if Heav'n cure his madness, He's made for ever, _Stremon_. _Strem._ Does the King know it? _Eumen._ Yes, and much troubled with it, he's now gone To seek his Sister out. _Strem._ Come let's away then. [_Exeunt_ Eumen. Strem. Cal. _Enter Nun, she opens the Curtain to_ Calis. Calis _at the Oracle._ _Nun._ Peace to your Prayers Lady, will it please ye To pass on to the Oracle? _Cal._ Most humbly. [Chilax _and Priest, in the Oracle_. _Chi._ Do ye hear that? _Priest._ Yes, lie close. _Chi._ A wildfire take ye, What shall become of me? I shall be hang'd now: Is this a time to shake? a halter shake ye, Come up and juggle, come. _Priest._ I am monstrous fearful. _Chi._ Up ye old gaping Oyster, up and answer; A mouldy Mange upon your chops, ye told me I was safe here till the Bell rung. _Priest._ I was prevented, And did not look these three hours for the Princess. _Chi._ Shall we be taken? _Priest._ Speak for loves sake, _Chilax_; I cannot, nor I dare not. _Chi._ I'le speak Treason, for I had as lieve be hang'd for that. _Priest._ Good _Chilax_. _Chi._ Must it be sung or said? what shall I tell 'em? They are here; here now preparing. _Priest._ O my Conscience! _Chi._ Plague o' your spurgall'd Conscience, does it tire now? Now when it should be tuffest? I could make thee-- _Priest._ Save us, we are both undone else. _Chi._ Down ye Dog then, Be quiet, and be stanch to no inundations. _Nun._ Here kneel again, and _Venus_ grant your wishes. Calis. _O Divine Star of Heaven,_ _Thou in power above the seven:_ _Thou sweet kindler of desires,_ _Till they grow to mutual fires:_ _Thou, O gentle Queen, that art_ _Curer of each wounded heart:_ _Thou the fuel, and the flame;_ _Thou in Heaven, and here the same:_ _Thou the wooer, and the woo'd:_ _Thou the hunger, and the food:_ _Thou the prayer, and the pray'd;_ _Thou what is, or shall be said:_ _Thou still young, and golden tressed,_ _Make me by thy Answer blessed._ _Chi._ When? _Priest._ Now speak handsomly, and small by all means, I have told ye what. [_Thunder._ _Chi._ But I'le tell you a new tale, Now for my Neck-verse; I have heard thy prayers, And mark me well. _Musick._ Venus _descends_. _Nun._ The Goddess is displeased much, The temple shakes and totters; she appears, Bow, Lady, bow.