Lady Dorimen, Angelica, Lucinda, and Philabel all seated.
SONG in Dialogue.
Thirsis.
Delia, how long must I despair, And tax you with Disdain? Still to my tender Love severe, Relentless to my Pain.
Delia.
When Men of equal Merit love us, And do with equal Ardor sue;
Thirsis you know but one must move us, Can I be your's and Strephon's too?
My ravish’d Eyes view both with Pleasure, Impartial to your high desert; To both alike Esteem I measure, To one alone can give my Heart.
Thirsis.
Mysterious Guide of Inclination, Tell me Tyrant, why am I With equal Merit, equal Passion, Thus the Victim chosen to dye? Why am I The Victim chosen to dye?
Delia.
On Fate alone depends Success, And Fancy Reason over-rules; Or why should Virtue ever miss Rewards, so often given to Fools.
'Tis not the Handsome, nor the Witty; But who alone is born to please: Love do's predestinate our pity; We chuse but whom he first decrees.
