it list. 
   O father, since thou gav’st me not my mind,
   Strive not to rule it; take but what thou gav’st
   To thy disposure:  thy affections
   Rule not in me; I must bear all my griefs,
   Let me use all my pleasures; virtuous love
   Was never scandal to a goddess’ state.—­
   But he’s inflexible! and, my dear love,
   Thy life may chance be shorten’d by the length
   Of my unwilling speeches to depart. 
   Farewell, sweet life; though thou be yet exiled
   The officious court, enjoy me amply still: 
   My soul, in this my breath, enters thine ears,
   And on this turret’s floor Will I lie dead,
   Till we may meet again:  In this proud height,
   I kneel beneath thee in my prostrate love,
   And kiss the happy sands that kiss thy feet. 
   Great Jove submits a sceptre to a cell,
   And lovers, ere they part, will meet in hell.

Ovid. 
   Farewell all company, and, if l could,
   All light with thee! hell’s shade should hide my brows,
   Till thy dear beauty’s beams redeem’d my vows.
          
                                             [Going
Jul. 
   Ovid, my love; alas! may we not stay . 
   A little longer, think’st thou, undiscern’d?

Ovid. 
   For thine own good, fair goddess, do not stay. 
   Who would engage a firmament of fires
   Shining in thee, for me, a falling star? 
   Be gone, sweet life-blood; if I should discern
   Thyself but touch’d for my sake, I should die.

Jul. 
   I will begone, then; and not heaven itself
   Shall draw me back. [Going.

Ovid. 
   Yet, Julia, if thou Wilt, A little longer stay.

Jul. 
   I am content.

Ovid. 
   O, mighty Ovid! what the sway of heaven
   Could not retire, my breath hath turned back.

Jul. 
   Who shall go first, my love? my passionate eyes
   Will not endure to see thee turn from me.

Ovid. 
   If thou go first, my soul
   Will follow thee.

Jul. 
   Then we must stay.

Ovid. 
   Ay me, there is no stay
   In amorous pleasures; if both stay, both die. 
   I hear thy father; hence, my deity.
                                 [Julia retires from the window. 
   Fear forgeth sounds in my deluded ears;
   I did not hear him; I am mad with love. 
   There is no spirit under heaven, that works
   With such illusion; yet such witchcraft kill me,
   Ere a sound mind, without it, save my life! 
   Here, on my knees, I worship the blest place
   That held my goddess; and the loving air,
   That closed her body in his silken arms. 
   Vain Ovid! kneel not to the place, nor air;
   She’s in thy heart; rise then, and worship there. 
   The truest wisdom silly men can have,
   Is dotage on the follies of their flesh. [Exit.