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Rh As their superior god. There's no satiety of Love, in thee; Enjoy'd, thou still art new; perpetual Spring Is in thy armes; the ripen'd fruit but falls, And blossoms rise to fill its empty place; And I grow rich by giving.

Alex.O, now the danger's past, your General comes. He joyns not in your joys, nor minds your Triumphs; But, with contracted brows, looks frowning on, As envying your Success.

Ant.Now, on my Soul, he loves me; truely loves me; He never flatter'd me in any vice, But awes me with his virtue: ev'n this minute Methinks he has a right of chiding me. Lead to the Temple: I'll avoid his presence; It checks too strong upon me.

Ven.Emperor.

''Ant. looking back.'''Tis the old argument; I pr'ythee spare me.

Ven.But this one hearing, Emperor.

Ant.Let go My Robe; or, by my Father Hercules

Ven.By Hercules his Father, that's yet greater, I bring you somewhat you would wish to know.

Ant.Thou see'st we are observ'd; attend me here, And I'll return.

Ven.I'm waining in his favor, yet I love him; I love this Man, who runs to meet his ruine; And, sure the gods, like me, are fond of him: His Virtues lye so mingled with his Crimes, As would confound their choice to punish one, And not reward the other.

Ant.We can conquer, You see, without your aid. We have dislodg'd their Troops, They look on us at distance, and, like Curs Scap'd from the Lions paws, they bay far off, And