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Show 162 Secret-Love : Or, /. March on Conquerour [Shepulls him, Lyf. You're fure her Majefty will not oppofe it ? [Exeunt Cel. Flor. Phil. Leave that to me, m y Lord. Lyf. Then, though perhaps m y Sifters Birth might challent A n higher Match, I'll w< Merits on the other fide T o make die I even. Phi!. I go m y Lord this Minute. C. M y beft wiflies wait on you. [Exit Lyfimantes* SCENE V. •he Queen and Afteria. Qu. Yonder he is ; have I no other way ? A(l. 0 Madam, you muft ftand this brunt: Deny him now, and leave the reft to m e : I'll to Candiope's Mother, And under the pretence of Friendfhip, work On her Ambition to put of a Match So mean as Philocles. Qu. to Phil.'] You may approach, Sir, W e two difcourfe no Secrets. Phil. 1 come. Madam, to weary out your Royal Bounty* Qu. Some Suit I warrant for your Coufin Celadon. Leave his advancement to m y care. Phil. Your Goodnefs ftill prevents m y Wifhes:--yet I have one reqiieft Might it not pafs almoft for Madnefs, and Extreme Ambition in me. Qu. You know you have a favourable Judge, It lies in you not to ask any thing I cannot grant. Phil. Madam, perhaps you think m e too faulty : But Love alone infpires m e with Ambition, Though but to look on fair Candiope, were an excufe for both. Qu. Keep your Ambition, and let Love alone ; That I can cloy, but this I cannot Cure. I have fome reafons Evincible tome) which muft forbid Your Marriage with Candiope. Phil. I knew I was not worthy. Qu. Not for that, Philocles, you deferve all things, And to fhow I think it, m v Admiral I hear is dead His vacant Place (the beft'in all m y Kingdom) I here confer on you. **". Rather take back all you had giv'n before, Than not give this. For believe, Madam, nothing is fo near M y Soul as the Poffeffion ot Candiope. Q». Since that belief would be your difadvantacc I will not entertain it. n Phil. W h y , Madam, can you be thus cruel to m e ? I o give m e all things which I did not ask, And yet deny that only thing I beg: And fo beg that I find I cannot live Without the hope of it. #£. Hope greater things; But hope not this. Haft to o'reome your love, £ but Putting a fhort-hv'd Paffion to a violent Death. J- M. I cannot live without Candiope. £ut I can die without a murmur, fiav.ng m y doom pronounced from your fair Mouth. P n / l L fm l0, Pron°unce it, live m y PlHlocles, But five without (as I was about to fay Without his Love, but that I cannot do) [ASae. The Maiden-Queen. -*- 165 Live Philocles without Candiope. Phil. Ah, Madam, could you give m y doom fo quickly, And knew it was irrevocable ! 'Tis too apparent You w h o alone love glory, and whofe Soul Is loofened from your SeVices cannot judge What torments mine, of groffer mould, endures. Qu. I cannot fuffer you T o give m e Praifes which are not m y own: I love like you, and am yet much more wretched Than you can think your felf. Phil. Weak Bars they need muft be that Fortune puts 'Twixt Sovereign Power, and all it can defire. W h e n Princes love, they call themfelves unhappy, Only becaufe the word founds handfome in a Lover's Mouths But you can ceafe to be fo when you pleafe, By making Lyfimantes Fortunate. Qu. Were he indeed the Man, you had fome reafon; But 'tis another, more without m y Power, And yet a Subject too. Phil. O, Madam, faynotfo, It cannot be a Subject if not he. It were to be injurious to your felf T o make another choice. Qu. Yet Lyfimantes, fet by him I love, Is more obfeur'd than Stars too near the Sun; He has a brightnefs of his own, Not bojrrow'd of his Fathers, but born with him. Phifrfhvdon if I fay, who e'er he be, He has practis'd fome ill Acts upon you, Madam: For he, w h o m you defcribe, I fee is born But from the Lees o' th' People. Qu. You offend me, Philocles. Whence had you leave to ufe thofe infolent terms Of him I pleafe to love : one I muft tell you, (Since Foolifhly I have gone thus far) W h o m I efteem your equal, And far fuperior to Prince Lyfimantes; One w h o deferves to wear a Crown. Phil. Whirlwinds bear m e hence before I live T o that detefted day. That frown affures me I have offended, by m y over-freedom; But yet methinks a heart fo plain, and honeft, And zealous of your Glory, might hope your Pardon for it. Qu. I give it you ; but W h e n you know him better You'l alter your Opinion; he's no ill Friend of yours. Phil. I well perceive H e has fupplanted m e in your efteem ; But that's the leaft of ills this fatal Wretch Has practis'd. Think, for Heavens fake, Madam, think If you have drunk no Phylter.- Qu. Yes, he has given m e a Phylter; But I have drunk it only from his Eyes. Phil. Hot Irons thank 'effi for't. - Qg. What's that you mutter ? Hence from m y fight: I know not whether I ever fhall endure to fee you more* Phil. But hear me, M a d a m : Qu. I'fay be gone. See m e no more this d a y . - I will not hear one word in your excufe: Now-, Sir, be rude again ; And give Laws to your Q^eetf. >ia, come hither. W a s ever boldnefs like to this of Philocles? [Softly, or turning from herl [Exit Philocles bowing Help |
