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Show itiq. Secret-Love: Or, Cel. I a m for her before the World : Bring m e to her, and I'll releafe you of your Promife for the other two.' <*-• Enter a Page. Madam the Queen expects you. Cel. I fee you hold her Favour: AdieuSi'fter, you have alittle Emhtary there, otherwife I would offer you m y fervice. ** Aft. Farewel Brother,' think upon FldrimtL <; Cel. You may truft m y memory for an handfome Woman. I'll think upon her, and the reft too; I'll forget none of 'em. , {Exit Afteria. SCENE IT. Enter a Gentleman Walking over the Stage haftily, after him Florimel, ami Flavia, Mafqued. Fla. Phormio, Phormio, you will not leave us- Gent. In faith I have a little bufinefs • {.Exit Gent. Cel. Cannot I ferve you in the Gentleman's room, Ladies Fla. Which of us would you ferve ? Cel. Either of you, or both of you. Fla. W h y , could you not be Conftant to one ? Cel. Conftant to one ! I have been a Courtier, a Soldier, and a Traveller to good purpofe, if I muft be Conftant to one ; give m e fome Twenty, fome Forty fome a Hundred Miftreffes: I have more Love than any one W o m a n fen turn her to. Flor. Blefs us, let us be gone Coufin ! W e two, are nothing In Ms H< rds. Cel. Yet for m y part, I can live with as few Miftreffes as any M a n : I defire no Superfluities, only for neceffary change, or fo, as I fhift m y Linnen. Flor. A pretty odd kind of Fellow this: H e tits m y Humour rarely-*. [Afide. Fla. You are as Inconftant as the Moon. Flor. You wrong him: He's as Conftant as the Sun, he would fee all ihe World round in twenty four Hours. Cel. 'Tis very true, Madam, but, like him, I would Vifit andaw= Flor. For what an unreafonable thing it were to ftay Jong, be troublefome, and hinder a Lady of a frefh Lover. Cel. A rare Creature this! Befides, Madam, how like a Fool a M a n looks, when after all his eagernefs of two Minutes before, he fhrinks into a faint Kits, and a cold Compliment. Ladies both, into your Hands I commit m y felf ;• fhare me betwixt you. Fla. I'll have nothing to do with you, fince vou cannot be Conftant to one Cel Nay, rather than loofe either of you, I'll do more; I'll be Conftant to an Hundred ot you : Or, (it you will needs fetter m e to one) agiec the matter between your felves; and the moft handfome take me. Flor. Though I am not fhe, yet fince m y Mafque's down, and you cannot convince me, have a good faith of m y Beauty, and for once I take you'for m y Servant *a i A*n2 !or,oncc> riI m a k c a b l m d bargai" with you : Strike hands; i'st a Match Miftrifs ? ' Flor. Done Servant. Cel. N o w I am fure I have the worft on't: For you fee the worft of me, and IS wSfefctlU you *ew your Face- Ye'c now ! <«<*? *• Flor. What kind of Beauty do you like ? Cel. Juft fuch a one as yours. Flor. What's that ? J^LS^ln°?lFuCV Sfff*"1* ^Eyes, thick Brown Eye-brows, and ti an as you have for all the World. >«*«•* ri ^ut,i ^an affure you, fhe has nothing of all this. nw kfiS^JS W^ir to your Face: 0I'' I fi™1 lam more and W.ucratTt 7h Z?„l^,ul,NSthc,r-LlP.'. »." Out-Mouth, that makes mine Flor. The Maiden-Queen. - *5$ Flor. Can you fettle your Spirits to feeanuslv Faro an,l n«f k i-• 1 ~^7~Z " find in m y Heart tolift up m y Mafqueand dffabufelu ghtCd' l€?g CFL XMfy rUF ^afqUei- W°uld yr0U wou'd tI-y th< Eifieriment. Flor. No, I won not; tor your Ignorance is the M JWjL to me. • devotion Cel. Since you will not take the pains to Convert m e VU m ^ J 'LJA'1 1 Faith : A miferableMan I am fure vou have macle m ^ ' " b ° I d f° k e e p m y Fla. This is pleafant. fc^&^aa^**4"! ¥°^ ^ * « ^ing to aiidt;J foSeii all yotfSr ™ ^ ^ * ** > ' ^ ^ A,^/;r It ferns you know m e then : Well, if thou fhou'dft pro- J caft Mifteffes I wou'd ufe thee moft damnably, for offering to make meLove the tw Flor You are i'th' right: A n old Miftrus, or Servant, is an old Tune, the pleai fure on't is paft, when w e have once learnt it. * Fla. But what W o m a n in the World wou'd you wifh her like ? Cel. I have heard of one Florimel, the Queen's Ward, would fhe were as like her tor Beauty, as fhe is for Humour. Fla. D o you hear that.Coufin ? [Afide to Flor Flor Florimel's not Handfome: Befides, She's Inconftant, and only Loves for fome few Days. ' Cel. If She Loves for fhorter time than I, She muft Love by Winter Davs and bummer Nights i' faith. : - Flor. W h e n you fee us together you fhall judge: In the mean time adieu, fweet Servant. Cel. W h y you won'not be fo Inhumane to carry away m y Heart, and not fo much as tell m e where I may hear news on't ? Flor. I mean to keep it fafe for you, for if you had it, you would beftow it worfe: Farewel, I muft fee a Lady. Cel. So muft I too, if I can pull off your Mafque. Flor. You will not be fo rude, I hope. Cel. By this Light but I will. Flor. By this Leg but you fha' not. [Ex. Flor. and Fla. running, SCENE III. Enter Philocles, and meets him going out. Cel. How! My Coufin, the new Favourite Phil. Dear Celadon! moft happily arriv'd. I hear y' have been an Honour to your Country, In the Calabrian Wars, and I am glad I have fome Intereft in't. Cel. But in you, I have a larger Subject for m y Joys. T o fee fo rare a thing as rifing Vertue, And Merit underftood at Court. Phil. Perhaps it is the only act that can Accufe our Queen of Weaknefs. Enter Lyfimantes attended. Lyf. O, M y Lord Philocles, well overtaken ! I came to look you. Phil. Had I known it fooner M y fwift attendance, Sir, had fpar'd your trouble. Coufin, you fee Prince Lyfimantes Is pleas'd to favour m e with his Commands: I beg you'll be no Stranger now at Court. Cel. So long as there be Ladies there, You need not doubt me. Phil. Some of them will, I hope, make you a Conven Lyf. M y Lord Philocles, I am glad we are alone: There is a Bufinefs that concerns m e nearly. In which I beg your Love, [Afide. ITo Cel. {Exit Celadon. Phil. |
