_Val._ Farewell! I must not see you when you part: [_Turning her face away._ For that last look would break my tender heart. Yet--let it break--I must have one look more: [_Looking on him._ Nay, now I'm less contented than before; For that last look draws on another too; Which sure I need not, to remember you. For ever--yet I must one glance repeat; But quick and short as starving people eat. So much humanity dwell in your breast, Sometimes to think on her who loves you best. [_Going--he takes her hand and kisses it._ _Por._ My wandering steps wherever fortune bear, Your memory I in my breast will wear; Which, as a precious amulet, I still Will carry, my defence and guard from ill. Though to my former vows I must be true, I'll ever keep one love entire for you; That love, which brothers with chaste sisters make: And by this holy kiss, which now I take From your fair hand-- This common sun, which absent both shall see, Shall ne'er behold a breach of faith in me. _Val._ Go, go! my death will your short vows restore; You've said enough, and I can hear no more. [_Exeunt_ VAL. _one way, and_ POR. _and_ ALB. _another_. _Plac._ Love and good nature, how do you betray! Misleading those who see and know their way! I, whom deep arts of state could ne'er beguile, Have sold myself to ruin for a smile. Nay, I am driven so low, that I must take That smile, as alms, given for my rival's sake. _Enter_ MAXIMIN, _talking with_ VALERIUS. _Max._ And why was I not told of this before? _Val._ Sir, she this evening landed on the shore; For with her daughter being prisoner made, She in another vessel was conveyed. _Max._ Bring hither the Egyptian princess strait. [_To_ PLAC. And you, Valerius, on her mother wait. [_Exit_ VAL. _Plac._ The mother of the Egyptian princess here! _Max._ Porphyrius' death I will a while defer, And this new opportunity improve, To make my last effort upon her love-- [_Exit_ PLAC. Those, who have youth, may long endure to court; But he must swiftly catch, whose race is short. I in my autumn do my siege begin; And must make haste, ere winter comes, to win. This hour--no longer shall my pains endure: Her love shall ease me, or her death shall cure. _Enter at one door_ FELICIA _and_ VALERIUS, _at the other St_ CATHARINE _and_ PLACIDIUS. _S. Cath._ O, my dear mother! _Fel._ With what joy I see My dearest daughter from the tempest free!