Ah! to Oriana fhine lefs fatal bright, Cherish her heart, and nourish her delight, Blefs all her days, and ripen all her joys. [Amadis addreffing to Conftantius. AMADI S. Where fortune us'd to fmile upon defert, [Conftantius rifes, looking sternly upon him. Difdain not, gallant prince, a rival's praise, CONSTANTIUS. Art thou that rival then? O killing fhame! } } [Draws a dagger, and stands between Amadis and Oriana, facing Amadis. Spent as I am, and weary'd with the weight Of burthening life----I could reverfe my fate, [Seizing Amadis, holding the dagger at his throat: Amadis Struggles for his fword. But for Oriana's fake 'tis better here. [Looking back upon Oriana, ftabs himself; all run to support him. ORIANA. Live, generous prince; fuch virtue ne'er fhould die. CONSTANTIUS. I've liv'd enough, of all I wish poffest, Th' invader has too fure a footing found, He fpreads his troops, and covering all around, ORIANA. There breaks the nobleft heart that ever burn'd AMADIS. Lavish to him, you wrong an equal flame; FLORESTAN. Oh emperor, all ages fhall agree, Such, but more happy, fhould all lovers be. URGANDA. No lover now throughout the world remains [Dies. [Carry off the body. Ere Ere yon' bright beam is shadow'd o'er with night, [Here an entertainment of mufick and dancing. To be Jung. Make room for the combat, make room, A fairer than Venus prepares To encounter a greater than Mars. The gods of defire take part in the fray, This duel is fought! Give the word to begin, Let the combatants in ; Yet Beauty fhall ftill be victorious. CHORUS. Make room for the combat, make room, Sound the trumpet and drum: A fairer than Venus prepares X 2 SONG. SONG. Help help! th' unpractis'd conqueror cries; And weeps, alas! to find him dead. Sound, found a charge, 'tis war again, Again he fights, again is flain; Again, again, help, help! fhe cries, He faints, he falls, help, help: Ah me! he dies. Chorus Singing and Dancing. Be true, all ye lovers, whate'er you endure ; So So divine is the bleffing, In the hour of poffeffing, That one moment's obtaining Pays an age of complaining. Be true, all ye lovers, whate'er you endure; [Here enter two parties from the oppofite fides of the theatre, with lances in their hands, marching to a warlike measure of trumpets, &c. Then run a tilt, and, having broken or quitted their lances, form divers combats with fword and buckler. The conquerors dance a meafure, expreffing their joy for vidory. CHORUS to the Dance. Amadis is the hero's glory, Oriana is the queen of pleasure, A light of love, to fhine for ever: Oriana is the queen of pleasure. [The entertainment concludes with variety of fongs and dances, after which the company rife and come forward. A. MADIS. So Phoebus mounts triumphant in the skies, ε ORIANA. |