_Aurel._ O such as thou, that have No share in nature's bounties, know no pity To such as have them. Look on him with my eyes, And answer, then, whether this were a man Whose cheeks of lovely fulness should be made A prey to meagre famine? or these eyes, Whose every glance store Cupid's emptied quiver, To be dimm'd with tedious watching? or these lips, These ruddy lips, of whose fresh colour cherries And roses were but copies, should grow pale For want of nectar? or these limbs, that bear A burthen of more worth than is supported By Atlas' wearied shoulders, should be cramp'd With the weight of iron? O, I could dwell ever On this description! _Bert._ Is this in derision, Or pity of me? _Aurel._ In your charity Believe me innocent. Now you are my prisoner, You shall have fairer quarter: you will shame The place where you have been, should you now leave it, Before you are recover'd. I'll conduct you To more convenient lodgings, and it shall be My care to cherish you. Repine who dare; It is our will. You'll follow me? _Bert._ To the centre, Such a Sybilla guiding me. [_Exeunt_ AURELIA, BERTOLDO, _and Attendants_. _Gonz._ Who speaks first? _Fer._ We stand as we had seen Medusa's head. _Pier._ I know not what to think, I am so amazed. _Rod._ Amazed! I am thunderstruck. _Jac._ We are enchanted, And this is some illusion. _Ador._ Heaven forbid! In dark despair it shows a beam of hope: Contain thy joy, Adorni. [_Aside._ _Ast._ Such a princess, And of so long experienced reservedness, Break forth, and on the sudden, into flashes Of more than doubted love! _Gonz._ They come again, Smiling, as I live!--Some fury hath possess'd her. If I speak, I may be blasted. _Re-enter_ BERTOLDO _and_ AURELIA. _Aurel._ Let not, sir, The violence of my passion nourish in you An ill opinion; or, grant my carriage Out of the road and garb of private women, 'Tis still done with decorum. _Bert._ Gracious madam, Vouchsafe a little pause; for I am so rapt Beyond myself, that, till I have collected My scatter'd faculties, I cannot tender My resolution. _Aurel._ Consider of it: I will not be long from you. [BERTOLDO _walks by musing_. _Gonz._ Pray you, fair lady, If you can, in courtesy direct me to The chaste Aurelia. _Aurel._ Are you blind? who are we? _Gonz._ Another kind of thing. Her love was govern'd By her discretion, and not ruled her reason: The reverence and majesty of Juno Shined in her looks, and, coming to the camp, Appear'd a second Pallas. I can see No such divinities in you: if I, Without offence, may speak my thoughts, you are, As 'twere, another Helen. _Aurel._ Good! ere long You shall know me better. _Gonz._ Why, if you are Aurelia, How shall I dispose of the soldier? _Ast._ May it please you To hasten my despatch?