That she that was born free, and to dispense
Restraint, or liberty to others, should be
At the devotion of her Brother, whom
She only knows her equal, makes this place
In which she lives (though stor'd with all delights)
A loathsome dungeon to her.

_Apol._ Yet, (howe're
She shall interpret it) I'le not be wanting
To do my best to serve her: I have prepar'd
Choise Musick near her Cabinet, and compos'd
Some few lines, (set unto a solemn time)
In the praise of imprisonment. Begin Boy.

THE SONG.

_Look out bright eyes, and bless the air:_
_Even in shadows you are fair._
_Shut-up-beauty is like fire,_
_That breaks out clearer still and higher._
_Though your body be confin'd,_
_And soft Love a prisoner bound,_
_Yet the beauty of your mind_
_Neither check, nor chain hath found._
_Look out nobly then, and dare_
_Even the Fetters that you wear._

_Enter_ Cleopatra.

_Cleo._ But that we are assur'd this tastes of duty,