2 CHORUS

"What grows to day in favour of the heaven, "Nursed with the sun, and with the showers sweet, "Pluekt with the hand it withereth ere even. "So pass our days even as the rivers fleet. The valiant Greeks that unto Troya gave The ten years siege, left but their names behind. And he that did so long and only save Haec . His father's walls, found there at last his end. Proud Room herself, that whilom laid her yoke On the wide world, and vanquished all with war, Yet could she not remove the fatal stroke Of death, from them that stretched her power so far. But why does he that sprung from Jove's high head? And Phœbus sister sheen, despise thy power? Ne fears thy bow? why have they always led A maiden life, and kept untouched the flower? Why does Aegistus love? and to obtain His wicked will, conspires his uncle's death, Or why does Phaedra burn? for whom is slain Theseus chased son? or Helen false of faith? "For Love assaults not but the idle heart, "And such as live in pleasure and delight, "He turns oft their gladsome joys to smart, "Their play to plaint, their sport into despite, 'Tis true that Dian chases with her bow, Queen Artemissa thought and hepe of stones, Although they were the wonder of that age) A worthless graven, wherein to rest the bones Of her deer Lord, but with bold courage, She drank his heart, and made her lovely breast His tomb, and failed not of wifely faith, Of promised love, and of her bound behest, Until she ended had her days by death. Ulysses wife (such was her steadfastness) Abided his slow return whole twenty years: And spent her youthful days in pensiveness, Bathing her widows bed with brinish tears. But he in virtue that his Lady serves Newils but what unto her Honour longs, Heneuer from the rule of reason swarves, He feeleth not the pangs, ne raging throngs Of blind Cupid: he lives not in despair As done his servants: neither spends his days In joy, and care, vain hope, and throbbing fear. But seeks always what may his sovereign please In honour: he that thus serves, reaps the fruit Of his sweet service: and no jealous dread Nor base suspect of ought to let his suit (Which causeth oft the lovers heart to bleed) Does fret his mind, or burns in his breast: He waileth not by day, nor wakes by night, When every other living thing does rest. Nor finds his life or death within her sighed. What mean these questio ̄ S? whither tend these words? Resolve us maidens, & release our fears. What ever news thou bringest, discover them, Detain us not in this suspicious dread, 'The thought whereof is greater then the woe. Oh worthy Queen , rashn S does overthrown The author of his resolution. Call to your mind ( Jesu. ) you are the Queen.