_Since the fruit of desire is possessing, 'Tis unmanly to sigh and complain; When we kneel for redressing, We move your disdain:_ _Love was made for a blessing, And not for a pain._ A Dance; after which the Singers and Dancers depart. _Em._ I could be pleased with any one but thee, Who entertained my sight with such gay shows, As men and women moving here and there, That, coursing one another in their steps, Have made their feet a tune. _Osm._ What, coying it again! No more, but make me happy to my gust, That is, without your struggling. _Em._ From my sight, Thou all thy devils in one! thou dar'st not force me. _Osm._ You teach me well; I find you would be ravished. I'll give you that excuse your sex desires. [_He begins to lay hold on her, and they struggle._ _Grim._ [_Within._] O help me, master, help me! _Osm._ Who's that? my Grimbald? Come and help thou me; For 'tis thy work to assist a ravisher. _Grim._ [_Within._] I cannot stir; I am spell-caught by Philidel, And pursed within a net, With a huge heavy weight of holy words Laid on my head, that keeps me down from rising. _Osm._ I'll read them backwards and release thy bonds.-- Mean time go in, [_To_ EMMELINE. Prepare yourself, and ease my drudgery: But if you will not fairly be enjoyed, A little honest force is well employed. [_Exit_ OSMOND. _Em._ Heaven be my guard, I have no other friend! Heaven, ever present to thy suppliant's aid, Protect and pity innocence betrayed! [_Exeunt_ EMMELINE _and_ MATILDA. ACT IV. SCENE I. _Enter_ OSMOND. Now I am settled in my forceful sway; Why then, I'll be luxurious in my love; Take my full gust, and, setting forms aside, I'll bid the slave, that fires my blood, lie down. [_Seems to be going off._ _Enter_ GRIMBALD, _who meets him_. _Grim._ Not so fast, master, danger threatens thee: There's a black cloud descending from above, Full of heaven's venom, bursting o'er thy head. _Osm._ Malicious fiend, thou liest; for I am fenced By millions of thy fellows, in my grove. I bade thee, when I freed thee from the charm, Run scouting through the wood, from tree to tree, And look if all my devils were on duty: Had'st thou performed thy charge, thou tardy sprite, Thou would'st have known no danger threatened me. _Grim._ When did a devil fail in diligence? Poor mortal, thou thyself art overseen. I have been there, and thence I bring this news,-- Thy fatal foe, great Arthur, is at hand; Merlin has taken his time, when thou wert absent, To observe thy characters, their force, and nature, And counterwork thy spells.