_Ors_. Leave me! oh no, not for my future Being! You needs must live with me, and I will love you; I’ve many things that will invite you to’t, I have a Garden compass’d round with Sea, Which every day shall send fresh Beauties forth, To make the Wreaths to crown thy softer Temples. Geron shall deck his Altar up no more; The gaudy Flowers shall make a Bed for thee, Where we will wanton out the heat o’th’ day-- What things are these, that rise and fall so often, [_Touches her Breasts_. Like Waves, blown gently up by swelling Winds? Sure thou hast other Wonders yet unseen, Which these gay things maliciously do hide. _Ura_. Alas, I am undone, what shall I do?-- [_Aside_. _Ors_. Nature, thy Conduct’s wise! nor could thy Favours Be giv’n to one more apprehensive of ‘em? --Say, lovely Woman! for I am all on fire, Impatient of delay, Can you instruct me what I am to do? [_Sighs_. Undress, and let me lead thee to my Bed. _Ura_. Alas, Sir, what to do? defend me, Heaven! [_Aside_. _Ors_. Why, I will hold thee--thus, between my Arms, --I’ll see thee sleep, and wonder at thy Form, --Then wake thee to be gazing on thy Eyes, --And something more--but yet I know not what. _Ura_. His whole Discourse amazes me, And has more Ignorance than Madness in’t: --But how shall I get free? _Ors_. Thou grow’st impatient too, come, let us in-- [_Goes to take her in, she strives to get free, he struggles with her_. _Ura_. Hold off, you are too rude. _Ors_. This is the prettiest play I e’er was at, But I shall gain the better.-- [_Takes her in his Arms to carry her off_. _Ura_. Help, help! _Enter_ Amintas _in Fetters_. _Amin_. A Woman’s Voice!--Villain, unhand the Lady. _Ors_. Ha! what new thing art thou? _Amin. One sent from Heaven to punish Ravishers.-- [_Snatches_ Ura. _while_ Ors. _is gazing on him_. _Ors_. Thou’st call’d up an unwonted Passion in me, And these be the effects on’t. [Ors. _strikes him_; _they struggle and fall_. _Enter_ Geron. _Ger_. Hah! what’s the matter here? a Woman too! We are undone--Madam, I pray retire-- For here’s no safety for your Sex. _Ura_. I gladly take your Counsel. [Ura. _goes into_ Amintas’ _Apartment_. _Ors_. What art thou? _Amin_. That which I seem to be. _Ors_. Then thou’rt a God; for till I saw a Woman, I never saw a thing so fine as thou: And ‘tis but just thou shouldst be more than Mortal, That durst command that Creature from my Arms. _Amim_. It is the King--I know it by his Innocence, and Ignorance-- [_Aside_. --Rise, I beseech you, Sir, and pardon me. _Ors_. So I could live a Year with looking on thee; --But where’s the Creature call’d it self a Woman? _Ger_. What Woman, Sir? _Ors_. Ha! Geron, where’s the Woman? _Ger_. What do you mean, Sir? _Ors_. The Heavenly Woman, that was here but now. _Ger_. I saw none such, nor know I what you mean.