O Florestan! blest as thou dost deserve, To thee the Fates are kind, without reserve. My joys are not so full; though Love would yield, FierceHonour stands his ground, and keeps the field; Nature within seduc'd, in vain befriends, While Honour, with his guard of Pride, defends : O Nature! frail, and faulty in thy frame, Fomenting wishes, Honour must condemn; Or O! too rigid Honour, thus to bind, When Nature prompts, and when Desire is kind. Enter ARCABON conducting CONSTANTIUS, her garments loose, and hair dishevelled, seeming frantic. CONSTANTIUS in deep mourning.

ARCABON.

This Roman, is the place: 'Tis magic ground,
Hid by enchantment, by enchantment found.
Behold them at our view dissolve in fear,
Two armies, are two lovers in despair;
Proceed, be bold, and, scorning to entreat,
Think all her strugglings feign'd, her cries deceit ;
Kill him, and ravish her-for so would I,
Were I a man-or rather let both die.
The rape may please

Each was disdain'd; to equal rage resign
Thy heart, and let it burn and blaze like mine.
'Tis sweet to love, but when with scorn we meet,
Revenge supplies the loss with joys as great.

A chariot descends swiftly, into which she enters at the following lines.

Up to th' etherial Heavens, where gods reside,
Lo! thus I fly, to thunder on thy side.

A clap of thunder. The chariot mounts in the air,

and vanishes with her.

CONSTANTIUS.

Fly where thou wilt, but not to blest abodes, For sure, where-e'r thou art, there are no gods. [Addressing himself to Oriana.

I come not here an object to affright,
Or to molest, but add to your delight.
Behold a prince expiring in your view,
Whose life's a burthen to himself, and you.
Fate and the king all other means deny
To set you free, but that Constantius die.
A Roman arm had play'd a Roman part,
But 'tis prevented by my breaking heart;
I thank ye, gods, nor think my doom severe,
Resigning life, on any terms, for her.

URGANDA.

What cruel destiny on Beauty waits, When on one face depends so many fates!

CONSTANTIUS.

Make room, ye Decii, whose devoted breath Secur'd your country's happiness by death;

I come a sacrifice no less renown'd,
The cause as glorious, and as sure the wound.
O Love! with all thy sweets let her be blest,
Thy reign be gentle in that beauteous breast.
Though thy malignant beams, with deadly force,
Have scorch'd my joys, and in their baneful course
Wither'd each plant, and dry'd up every source;
Ah! to Oriana shine less fatal bright,
Cherish her heart, and nourish her delight,
Restrain each cruel influence that destroys,
Bless all her days, and ripen all her joys.

Oriana weeps, and shews concern; Amadis addressing himself to Constantius.

AMADIS.

Were Fortune us'd to smile upon desert, Love had been yours, to die had been my part: Thus Fate divides the prize; though Beauty's mine, Yet Fame, our other mistress, is more thine.

[Constantius looking sternly upon him. Disdain not, gallant prince, a rival's praise, Whom your high worth thus humbles to confess In every thing but love, he merits less.

CONSTANTIUS.

Art thou that rival then? O killing shame! And has he view'd me thus, so weak, so tame? Like a scorn'd captive prostrate at his side, To grace his triumph, and delight his pride? O'tis too much! and Nature in disdain Turns back from death, and, firing every vein, Reddens with rage, and kindles life again. Be firm my soul, quick from this scene remove, Or nadness else may be too strong for love. Spent as I am, and wearied with the weight Of burthening life-I could reverse my fate. Thus planted-stand thy everlasting barSieres him, holding a dagger at his breast; Amadis does the same, each holding a dagger ready to strike.

But for Oriana's sake 'tis better here.

Stabs himself; Amadis throus away his dagger, and supports him; they all help.

First voice.

Make room for the combat, make room;
Sound the trumpet and drum;

A fairer than Venus prepares
To encounter a greater than Mars.
The gods, of desire, take part in the fray,
And Love sits like Jove to decide the great day.
Make room for the combat, make room;
Sound the trumpet and drum.

Second voice.

Give the word to begin,
Let the combatants in,

The challenger enters all glorious;
But Love has decreed

Though Beauty may bleed,

Yet Beauty shall still be victorious.

CHORUS.

To be sung.

Help! help! th' unpractis'd conqu'ror cries;
He faints, he falls; help! help! Ah me! he dies:
Gently she tries to raise his head
And weeps, alas! to think him dead.
Sound, sound a charge-'tis war again;
Again he fights, again is slain;

Again, again, help! help! she cries

He faints, he falls, help! help! Ah me! he dies. Dance of heroes and heroines.

Then singers again come forward.

To be sung.
Happy pair,
Free from care,
Enjoy the blessing

Of sweet possessing;
Free from care,
Happy pair.
Love inviting,
Souls uniting;
Desiring,
Expiring;
Enjoy the blessing
Of sweet possessing;
Free from care,
Happy pair.

RIGHT HONOURABLE JOSEPH ADDISON, ESQ;

WHEN Orpheus tun'd his pipe with pleasing woe,
Rivers forgot to run, and winds to blow;
The soft musician in a moving shade.
While list'ning forests cover'd, as he play'd,

That this night's strains the same success may find,
The force of magic is to beauty join'd:
Where sounding strings, and artful voices fail,
The charming rod, and mutter'd spells prevail.
Let sage URGANDA wave the circling wand
On barren mountains, or a waste of sand,
The desert smiles, the woods begin to grow,
The birds to warble, and the springs to flow.

The same dull sights in the same landskip mixt,
Scenes of still life, and points for ever fixt,
A tedious pleasure on the mind bestow,
And pall the sense with one continued show:
But as our two magicians try their skill,
The vision varies, tho' the place stands still;
While the same spot its gaudy form renews,
Shifting the prospect to a thousand views.
Thus (without unity of place transgress'd)
Th' enchanter turns the critic to a jest.

But howsoc'er to please your wand'ring eyes, Bright objects disappear, and brighter rise: There's none can make amends for lost delight, While from that circle we divert your sight.

1 The ladies.