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Show 166 Secret-Love : Or, So the dull Beafts in thc firft Paradife With levell'd Eves gaz'd each upon their kind; There fix'd their love : and ne'er look'd up to view T hat sdorions Creature Man, their Sovereign Lord. Qu^ Y'avc too feverc, on little faults, but he has Crimes, untold, Which will, I fear, move you much more againft him. H e fell this day into a Paffion with me, And boldly contradicted all I faid. Phil. And ftands his head upon his Shoulders yet? H o w long fhall this moft infolent Qu. Take heed you rail not, You know you are but on your good Behaviour. Phil. W h y then I will not call him Traytor Biu only rude, audacious and impertinent, T o ufe his Sovereign fo • I beg vour leave T o wifh you have at leaft Imprifon'd him. Qu. Some People may fpeak ill, and yet mean Well: Remember you were not confin'd; and yet Your Fault was great. In fhort, I love him, And that excufes all; but be not jealous; His rifing fhall not be your overthrow, Nor will I ever marry him. Phil. That's fome comfort yet, H e final! not be a King. Qu'. H e never fhall. But you are difcompos'd; Stay here a little ; I have fomewhat for you Shall fhew you ftill are in m y favour. [Exeunt Queen and Afteria* Enter to him Candiope weeping. Phil. Howr now, in tears, m y fair Candiope ? So through a watry Clowd The Sun at once feems both to weep and fhine. For what Forefathers Sin do you afflict Thofe precious Eyes ? for fure you have None of your o w n to weep. Can. M y Crimes both great and many needs muft fhow, Since Heav'n will punifh them with lofing yOu. Phil. Afflictions fent from Heav'n without a Caufe Make bold Mankind enquire into its Laws. But Heav'n, which moulding Beauty takes fuch care, Makes gentle Fates on purpofe for the fair : And deftiny that fees them fo divine, Spins all their Fortunes in a filken twine: N o mortal hand fo ignorant is found T o wreavecourfe work upon a precious ground. Can. G o Preach this Doctrine in m y Mother's Ears. Phil. Has her feverity produe'd thefe tears : Can. She has recall'd thofe hopes fhe gave before, And ftrictly bids m e ne'r to fee you more. Phil. Changes in froward Age are natural; W h o hopes for conftant weather in the fall? *Tis in your Pow'r your Duty to transfer, And place that right in m e which was in her. Can. Reafon, like Foreign Foes, would ne'er o'ercome, But that I find I am betray'd at home. You have a Friend that fights for you within. Phil. Let Reafon ever lofe, fo love may win. Enter Queen and Afteria. Queen with a Picture in her hand. Qu. See there, Afteria, All w e have done fucceeds ftill to the worfe ; W e hundred him from feeing her at home, Where I but only heard they lov'd ; and now She comes to Court, and mads m e with the fight on't. Aft. Dear Madam, overcome your felf a little, Or i~*~ n i i" The Maiden-Queen. \6y Or they'l perceive h ow much you are cOncern'd. Qu. I ftruggle with m y heart, but it will have fome vent. CouTin, you are a Stranger at the Court* [To Can.' Can. ft was m y duty I confefs, T o attend oftner on your Majefty. Qu. Afteria, Mend m y Qoufins Handkerchief \ It fits too narrow there, and fhows too much The broadnefs of her Shoulders Nay fie, Afteria, N o w you put it too much backward, and difcover The bignefs of her Breafts. Can. I befeech your Majefty Give not your felt this trouble. Qu. Sweet Coufin, you fhall Pardon m e ; A Beauty fuch as yours Deferves a more than ordinary care, T o fet it out. C o m e hither, Philocles, do but obferve, She has but one grofs fault in all her fhape, That is, fhe bears up here too much, And the malicious Workman has left it open to your Eye. Phil. Where, and 'tpleafe your Majefty, methinks 'tis very Well t Qu. D o not you fee it, O h how blind is love! Can. And how quick-fighted Malice! lAJtdex Qu. But yet methinks, thofe knots of sky, do not So well with the dead colour of her Face. Aft. Your Majefty miftakes, fhe wants no red. ~,r r • • - The Queen here plucks out her Glafs, and looks fomettmes on her felf, fomettmet on her Rival. Qu. H o w do I look to day, Afteria! Methinks not well. t . Aft. Pardon me, Madam, moft Victonoufly. Qu. What think you, Philocles? come do not flatter Phil. Paris was a bold M a n w h o prefum'd T o judge the Beauty of a Goddefs. Can. Your Majefty has given the reafon w hy H e cannot judge ; his Love has blinded him. Qu. Methinks a long patch here beneath her Eye Might hide that difmal hollownefs, what think you Philocles f Can. Befeech you. Madam, ask not his opinion; What m y faults are it is no matter ; H e loves m e with them all. Qm. I, he may love, but when he Marries you, Your Bridal fhall be kept in fome dark Dungeon. Farewel, and think of that, too eafie Maid, , I blufh, thou fhar'ft m y bloud. &xutM Queen, Aftem, Can. Inhumane Queen 1 Thou canft not be more willing to refign Thy part in me, than I to give up mine. Phil. Love, how few Subjefts do thy Laws fulfil, And yet thofe few, like us, thou ufeft ill! Can. The greateft Slaves, in Monarchies, are they, W h o m Birth fets neareft to Imperial fway. While jealous Pow'r does fullenly o'r-fpy, W e play like Deer within the Lyons Eye. Would I for you fome Shepherdefs had been; And, but each May, ne'er heard the name of Queen, Phil. If you.were fo, might I fome Monarch be, Then, you fhould gain what now you loofe by m e: Then, you in all m y glories fhould have part, And rule m y Empire, as you rule m y heart. # Can. H o w much our golden wifhes are in vainf W h e n they are paft w e are our felves again. y V Enter Queen and Afteria above. Qu. Look, look Afteria, yet they are not gone. ^ Hence, w e may hear what they difcourfe alone. |
