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Show l8o Secret-Love: Or, And thank'd the Heav'ns, Which better did, what flic defign'd, purfue, Without her Crime to give her Pow'r to you. Phil. Hold, hold, vou fet m y thoughts fo near a Crown, They mount above m y reach to pull them down : Here Conftancv, Ambition there does move; On each fide Beauty, and on both fides Love. Aft. Methinks the leaft you can is to receive This love, with reverence, and your former leave. Phil. Think but what difficulties come between / Aft. 'Tis wond'rous difficult to love a Queen. Phil, For pity ceafe more reafons to provide, I a m but too much yielding to your fide ; And, were m y heart but at m y own difpofe, I fhould not make a feruple where to chufe. Aft. Then if the Queen will m y advice approve, Her hatred to you fhall expel her love. Phil. Not to be lov'd by her, as hard would be As to be hated by Candiope. Aft. I leave you to refolve while you have time; You muft be guilty, but may chufe your crime. [Exit Afteria, Phil. One thing I have refolv'd; and that I'll do Both for m y Love, and for m y Honour too. But then, (Ingratitude and Falfhood weigh'd,) I know not which would moft m y Soul upbraid. Fate fhoves m e headlong down, a rugged way ; Unfafe to run, and yet too fteep to ftay. [Exit Phil. ACT V. SCENE The Court. Florimel in Man's Habit. Flor. * I ^Will be rare now if I can go through with it, to out-do this Mad X Celadon in all his tricks , and get both his Miftreffes from him ; then 1 fhall revenge m y felf upon all three, and fave m y o w n ftake into the bargain ; for I find 1 love the Rogue in fpight of all his Infidelities. Yonder they are, and this way they muft come. If Cloaths and a bon mien will take 'em, I fhall do't. Save you Monfieur Florimel; Faith methinks you are a very janty Fellow, poudrt & ajufte as well as the beft of 'em. I can manage the little Comb,-fet m y Hat, fhake m y Garniture, tofs about m y empty Noddle, walk with a courant flurr, and at every ftep peck down m y Head :- if I fhould be miftaken for fome Courtier now, pray where's thc difference ? Enter to her Celadon, Olinda, Sabina. Olm. Never mince the matter ! Sab. You have left your heart behind with Florimel; w e know it Cel. You know you wrong m e ; when I a m with Florimel 'tis ftill your Pri-foner, it only draws a longer Chain after it. dkthhthle - ^ ^r e w d P ° ° r Florimel, thy Maidenhead is condemn'd to Beautief.1^5 ""* *** ^^' ^ aI1 dIsrem0n that does not fPeak <* f<™ Flor. N o w for m e in the name of Impudence ! \Walks with them 1 hey are the greateft Beauties I confefs that ever I beheld. L Cel How now what's the meaning of this, young Fellow ? to bf known vo l1 ST -W°nder that 4s Gentfeman who has the honour Cd TZV Y U- l h w ¥ 3dmire y°u' fince l tha* a m a ftranger Let. And a very impudent one, as I take it, Sir 8 dvf^Ub afc«SS?7 **** ^ Ia(W> ^ am -d' "* «» leav^ttt^^ my Friend Flor. The Maiden-Queen. l8i - Flor. I pretend not to inftruet you in your w a y ; you fee I do not go before you: But you cannot poffibly deny me'the Happinefs to wait upon thefe Ladies ; me, •who Cel. Thee, w h o fhalt be beaten moft unmercifully if thou doft follow them Flor. You will not draw in Court, I hope. Cel. Pox on him, let's walk away falter, and be rid of him Flor. O take no care for me, Sir,' you fhall not loofe m c ; I'll rather mend m y pace, than not wait on you. Olin. I begin to like this Fellow Cel. You make very bold here in m y Seraglio, and I fhall find a time to tell you J" C * 'Flor W h e n vou find a time to tell m e on't, I fhall find a time to anfwer vou : But pray what do you find in your felf foExtraordinary,that you fhould ferve thefe Ladies better I ? Let m e know what 'tis you value your felt upon, and let themiuda ixtus. Cel I am fomewhat more a M a n than you. Flor. That is, you arc fo much older than I: D o you like a M a n ever the better for his Age, Ladies? Sab. Well faid, young Gentleman. Cel. Pifh thee \ A young raw Creature, thou haft ne'er been under the Barber s Hands yet. . J Flor. N o , nor under the Surgeon's neither, as you have been. Cel 'Slife what wouldft thou be at: I a m madder than thou art ? Flor. The Devil you arc: I'll Tope with you, I'll Sing with you, 111 Dance with you, I'll Swagger with you Cel. I'll Fight with you. Flor. Out upon Fighting: 'Tis grown fo common a Faftiion, that a Modifh M a n contemns it: A M a n of Garniture.and Feather is above the difpenfation ot a SW0/ii UdsmyLife, here's the Queens Mufick juft going to us; you fhall decide your Quarrel by a Dance. Sab. W h o ftops the Fiddles? - Cel. Bafs and Trebble, by your leaves w e arreft you at thefe Ladies lwts. Flor. Come on Sirs, play m e a Jigg : You fhall fee h o w I'll baffle him. Dance. oti. You^S: Thistthcrareft Gentleman: IcouldLiveand Dicwith h™,7TTrd, how he Sweats ! Pleafe you, Sir, make life of my Handkerchief? o t i You and I are Merry, and juft ot an Humour, Sir; therefore we two ^^Y^a^juftofaii Age, Sir, and therefore metlunks we mould ""c^Tten TpeSive, Ladies, I am a Caftaway, a Reprobate with you: W h £ p S L S u c k n o w , ' that I fhould be.no lefs than one whole Hour in getting your Affeaions, and now muft loofe 'em m a quarter of .t. Olin N o matter let him rail: Does the lofs afflict you, Sir ? O^'No, InFaidtuoesitnot: Forifyouhadnottbrfakenme, Ihadyou: So the Willows may flourilh for any Branches I (ball rob em ot. sT However we have the Advantage to have left you, not you us. Cel T h S onlv Icertain nimblenefs in Nature you Women have to be firft fa-m- Weathercock• The beft on't is, ftoW is worth both of you. you other Mind, Sir. J Enter Meliffa. Mel Daughters there's a poor Collation within that waits for you. «N^A^-75S. I "'felted of that Old Womans Face "lr^! ^i^^L^^c^Sr^SnlSc • oi.e aloft ft>i- .i oia Woman. |