Hau. My Lodging is at St. Peter’s Gate, hard by; and on the Parole of a Man of Prowess you shall be safe and free—_Pharamond_ again. [Aside. Ant. I’ll trust him, for worse I cannot be. [Aside. Lead on, I’ll follow, Sir— Hau. Not so, for tho the Captive ought to follow the Victor, yet I’ll not trust my Enemy at my backside. Politicks too.— [Aside. Ant. You must command— [Go out. Scene IV. The Garden. Enter _Silvio_ and _Francisca_. Silv. Well, dear _Francisca_, will _Cleonte_ come, And all alone into the Garden? Fran. My Lord, she will; I have at last prevail’d, to what intent she knows not; this is an Hour wherein you’ll scarce be interrupted: The amorous Entertainment you have prepar’d for her, will advance your Design; such Objects heighten the Desire. Is all ready on your part? Silv. It is, and I am prepared for all the Resistance she can make, and am resolv’d to satisfy my insupportable Flame, since there’s no other hope left me. Fran. She’s coming, Sir, retire. [Exit _Silvio_ into the Garden. Oh, how he kills me! Well, at least this pleasure I have 280 whilst I am dying, that when he possesses the fair _Cleonte_, he for ever ruins his Interest in her Heart, and must find nothing but her mortal Hate and Scorn. Enter _Cleonte_. Cleo. _Francisca_, why art thou so earnest for my coming into the Garden so early? Fran. Because, Madam, here without Interruption you may learn what the Lady _Clarinda_ has to tell you. Cleo. Is that all? go wait upon her hither then. Fran. Yes, when your more pleasant Affair is dispatch’d, I will— [Aside. [Exit _Francisca_. Cleo. Can this be Love I feel? This strange unusual something in my Soul, That pleads so movingly for _Silvio_ there; And makes me wish him not allied to me? [A noise of rural Musick is heard within the Trees, as Pipes, Flutes, and Voices. Hah! what pleasant Noise is this? sure ’tis i’ the Air— Bless me, what strange things be these! Enter Swains playing upon Pipes, after them four Shepherds with Garlands and Flowers, and four Nymphs dancing an amorous Dance to that Musick; wherein the Shepherds make Love to the Nymphs, and put the Garlands on their Heads, and go out; the Nymphs come and lay them at _Cleonte’s_ Feet, and sing. 1 Nymph. _Here at your Feet, we tribute pay,_ _Of all the Glories of the May._ 2 Nymph. _Such Trophies can be only due_ _To Victors so divine as you,_ Both. _Come, follow, follow, where Love leads the way,_ _To Pleasures that admit of no Delay._ 1 Nymph. _Come follow to the amorous Shade,_ _Covered with Roses, and with Jessamine._ 2 Nymph. _Where the Love-sick Boy is laid,_ _Panting for Love’s charming Queen._ 281 Both. _Come follow, follow, where we lead the way,_ _To Pleasures that admit of no delay._ [Lead her out. The Scene changes to a fine Arbour, they leave her and vanish. Cleo. I am all Wonder. Enter _Silvio_ in rapture, not yet seeing _Cleonte_.