_Ber._ My earthly part---- Which is my tyrant's right, death will remove; I'll come all soul and spirit to your love. With silent steps I'll follow you all day, Or else before you, in the sun beams, play: I'll lead you thence to melancholy groves, And there repeat the scenes of our past loves: At night, I will within your curtains peep; With empty arms embrace you while you sleep: In gentle dreams I often will be by, And sweep along before your closing eye: All dangers from your bed I will remove; But guard it most from any future love: And when, at last, in pity, you will die, I'll watch your birth of immortality: Then, turtle-like, I'll to my mate repair, And teach you your first flight in open air. [_Exit_ BERENICE _and_ ERATION. _Por._ She has but done what honour did require; Nor can I blame that love, which I admire. But then her death! I'll stand betwixt, it first shall pierce my heart: We will be stuck together on his dart. But yet the danger not so high does grow: I'll charge death first, perhaps repulse him too. But if, o'erpowered, I must be overcome, Forced back, I'll fight each inch into my tomb. [_Exit._ ACT IV. SCENE I.--_An Indian cave_. _Enter_ PLACIDIUS _and_ NIGRINUS. NIGRINUS, _with two drawn swords, held upward in his hands_. _Plac._ All other means have failed to move her heart; Our last resource is, therefore, to your art. _Nig._ Of wars, and bloodshed, and of dire events, Of fates, and fighting kings, their instruments, I could with greater certainty foretell; Love only does in doubts and darkness dwell. For, like a wind, it in no quarter stays, But points and veers each hour a thousand ways. On women love depends, and they on will; Chance turns their orb, while destiny sits still. _Plac._ Leave nothing unattempted in your power: Remember you oblige an emperor. _Nig._ An earthy fiend by compact me obeys; But him to light intents I must not raise. Some astral forms I must invoke by prayer, Framed all of purest atoms of the air; Not in their natures simply good or ill; But most subservient to bad spirits' will, Nakar of these does lead the mighty band, For eighty legions move at his command: Gentle to all, but, far above the rest, Mild Nakar loves his soft Damilcar best. In airy chariots they together ride, And sip the dew as through the clouds they glide: These are the spirits, which in love have power. _Plac._ Haste, and invoke them in a happy hour.