Page:Poems of Anne Countess of Winchilsea 1903.djvu/520

 382 THE POEMS OF ANNE �And hang his drooping Head tho' wreathed with Laurels. �[A sound of Drums and Trumpets. But hark! the Gen'ral comes To him the Oracle I have reveal'd, And all the Story of my rural Life. I'll tell him too the Cause of my new Grief, Which to relieve, I instantly must leave him. �A FLOURISH. Enter Aristomenes, Aristor, Alcander, and other Attendants. �Aristom. Why, Demagetus, art thou from my Sight, From these fond Arms, that ever thus would hold thee ! �[Embracing him. Thou kind Restorer of my lov'd Aristor. �Come to the Camp, and hear them shout thy Name, Whilst I declare thee equal in Command 70 �With him, who owes his Life to thy young Valour. �Dema. Alas ! ' my Lord �Aristom. A Soldier sigh, when courting Fame attends him! I know you Love, by your own kind Confession: But that too must succeed, since now your Birth Is known to answer all the great Desires, Which, to my Wonder, did possess the Breast Of that fair rural Maid, whose Beauty charm'd you. We'll send, and with the Pomp that suits a Princess, (Since such your gen'rous Passion means to make her) 80 Have her conducted to a rich Pavilion, And join your Hands, as Heav'n has join'd your Hearts. This, my Aristor, be your pleasing Task. �Enter an Attendant to Aristomenes. �Attend. The Princess is without, and waits your Pleasure. Aristom. Conduct her in I sent for her, to see the generous Stranger. [To Alcander. ��� �