Bellona, Thou wert my mistress till I saw that shape; But now my sword I'll consecrate to her, 50 Leave Mars and become Cupid's martialist. Beauty can turn the rugged face of War, And make him smile upon delightful Peace, Courting her smoothly like a femalist. I grow a slave unto my potent[280] love, Whose power change[281] hearts, make our fate remove. _Isa._ Revenge, not pleasure, now o'er-rules my blood; Rage shall drown faint love in a crimson flood; And were he caught, I'd make him murder's hand! _Sago._ Methinks 'twere joy to die at her command. 60 I'll speak to hear her speech, whose powerful breath Is able to infuse life into death. _Isa._ He comes to speak: he's mine; by love he is mine! _Sago._ Lady, think bold intrusion courtesy; 'Tis but imagination alters them; Then 'tis your thoughts, not I, that do offend. _Isa._ Sir, your intrusion yet 's but courtesy, Unless your future humour alter it. _Sago._ Why then, divinest woman, know my soul Is dedicated to thy shrine of beauty, 70 To pray for mercy, and repent the wrongs Done against love and female purity. Thou abstract, drawn from nature's empty storehouse, I am thy slave; command my sword, my heart; The soul is tried best by the body's smart. _Isa._ You are a stranger to this land and me. What madness is't for me to trust you then? To cozen women is a trade 'mongst men; Smooth promises, faint passions, with a lie, Deceives our sex[282] of fame and chastity. 80 What danger durst you hazard for my love? _Sago._ Perils that ever mortal durst approve. I'll double all the works of Hercules, Expose myself in combat against an host, Meet danger in a place of certain death, Yet never shrink, or give way to my fate; Bare-breasted meet the murderous Tartar's dart, Or any fatal engine made for death: Such power has love and beauty from your eye,[283] He that dies resolute does never die! 90 'Tis fear gives death his strength, which I resisted, Death is but empty air the fates have twisted. _Isa._ Dare you revenge my quarrel 'gainst a foe? _Sago._ Then ask me if I dare embrace you thus, Or kiss your hand, or gaze on your bright eye, Where Cupid dances on those globes of love! Fear is my vassal; when I frown he flies; A hundred times in life a coward dies![284] _Isa._ I not suspect your valour, but your will. 99 _Sago._ To gain your love my father's blood I'll spill. _Isa._ Many have sworn the like, yet broke their vow. _Sago._ My whole endeavour to your wish shall bow; I am your plague to scourge your enemies. _Isa._ Perform your promise, and enjoy your pleasure; Spend my love's dowry, that is women's treasure; But if thy resolution dread the trial, I'll tell the world a Spaniard was disloyal.