_Damon, I cannot blame your Will, ’.was Chance, and not Design, did kill; For whilst you did prepare your Arms On purpose Celia to subdue, I met the Arrows as they flew, And sav’d her from their Harms. (2.) Alas, she could not make returns. Who for a Swain already turns, A Shepherd, who does her caress With all the softest Marks of Love; And ‘tis in vain thou seek’st to move The cruel Shepherdess. (3.) Content thee with this Victory, I’m Young and Beautiful as she; I’ll make thee Garlands all the Day, And in the Shades we’ll sit and sing; I’ll crown thee with the Pride o’th’ Spring, When thou art Lord o’th’ May_. _Enter_ Urania _dress’d gay_, Lyces _a Shepherdess_. _Ly_. Still as I sing you sigh. _Uran_. I cannot hear thy Voice, and the returns The Echoes of these shady Groves repeat, But I must find some Softness at my Heart. --Wou’d I had never known another Dwelling, But this too happy one where thou wert born! [Sighs. _Ly_. You sigh again: such things become None but unhappy Maids that are forsaken; Your Beauty is too great to suffer that. _Ura_. No Beauty’s proof against false perjur’d Man. _Ly_. Is’t possible you can have lost your Love? _Ura_. Yes, pretty Maid, canst tell me any tidings of him? _Ly_. I cannot tell, by what marks do you know him? _Ura_. Why, by these--a tempting Face and Shape, A Tongue bewitching soft, and Breath as sweet, As is the welcome Breeze that does restore Life to a Man half kill’d with heat before; But has a Heart as false as Seas in Calms, Smiles first to tempt, then ruins with its Storms. _Ly_. Oh, fair Urania! there are many more So like your Love, if such a one he be: That you wou’d take each Shepherd to be he: ’.is grown the fashion now to be forsworn; Oaths are like Garlands made of finest Flowers, Wither as soon as finish’d; They change their Loves as often as their Scrips, And lay their Mistresses aside like Ribbons, Which they themselves have sullied. _Pim_. Gad, I’ll venture in-- _Val_. Fair Women, and so near the Camp! What are ye, and from whence? _Pim_. Ha! ‘tis no matter for that; ask no Questions, but fall to. [_Goes to_ Lyces. _Ura_. I’m not asham’d to tell the one or t’other; I am a Maid, and one of gentle Birth, A _Scythian_ born, an Enemy to thee, Not as thou art a Man, but Friend to _Dacia_. _Val_. What Sin have I committed, that so fair a Creature should become my Enemy? but since you are so, you must be my Prisoner, unless your Eyes prevent me, and make me yours. _Pim_. How, take a Woman Prisoner! I hope you are a finer Gentleman than so. _Val_. But, Madam, do not fear, for I will use you As well as such a Man as I can do. _Ura_. Though thou be’st rough, thou hast a noble look, And I believe my Treatment will be gentle. _Val_. Fair Maid, this Confidence is brave in thee; And though I am not us’d to make returns, Unless in Thunder on my Enemies, Yet name the way, and I will strive to serve you.