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Show Secret-Love: Or, Or e'er durft tell m e his. I. In all this Labyrinth, I find one Path conducing to your quiet. Qu. O tell m e quickly then. Aft Candiope, as Princefs oftheBloud, Without your Approbation cannot Marry : Firft break his Match with her, by vertue of Your Sovereign Authority. Qu. I fear. That were to make him hate me. Or, what's as bad, to let him know I love him : Could you not do it o^ your felf? Aft. I'll not be wanting to m y Pow'r: But if your Majefty appears not in it ; The love of Philocles will foon furmount All other difficulties. Qu. Then, as w e walk, we'll think what means are beft, Effect but this, and thou fhar'ft half m y Breaft. [Exeunt. A C T II. SCENE I. 77K? Queens Apartments. Afteria, Sola. VTOthing thrives that I have plotted : [ \ For I have founded Philocles, and find H e is too conftant to Candiope: Her too I have affaulted, but in vain, Objecting want of Quality in Philocles. I'll to the Queen, and plainly tell her She muft make ufe other Authority to break the Match. SCENE II. Enter Celadon looking about him. Brother! what make you here About the Queens Appartments ? Which of the Ladies are you watching for? Cel. Any of'em that will do m e the good turn to make m e foundly in love. Aft. Then I'll befpeak you one; you'll be defp'rately in love with Florimel: fo foon as the Queen heard you were return'd, fhe gave you fier for Miftrefs. Cel. Thank her Majefty; but to cOnfefs the truth m y fancy lies partly another way. Aft. That's ttrange : Florimel vows you are already in love with her. Cel. She wrongs m e horribly, if ever I fa w or fpoke with this:Florimel, Aft. Well, take your Fortune, I muft leave you. [Exit Afteria. SCENE m. Enter Florimel, fees him, and is running hack. Cel. Nay 'faith I a m got betwixt you and home , you are m y Pris'ner, Lady bright, till you refolve m e one queftion. figns. She is dumb. Pox; I think file's d u m b : what a vengeance doft tlwu at Court, with Such a rare Face, without a Tongue to anfwer to a kind queftion. Art thou dumb indeed, then, thou canft tell no Talcs, goes to kits her. Flor. Hold, hold, you are not mad ! Cel. Oh, m y Mifs in a Mafque ! have you found your Tongue ? Flor. 'Twas time, I think; what had become of m e , if I had not ? Cel. Methinks your Lips had done as well. xv l?' *' lt m y M a f t l u e had been over 'em, as it was when you met m e in the Vvalks. ' Cel WTell; will you believe m e another time ? did not I fay you were infinitely handfome: they may talk of Florimel, if they will, but i'feith fhe muft come fhort ot you. Flor. The Maiden-Queen. 161 Flor Have you feen her, then? Cel. I look'd a little that way, but I had foon enough of her, fhe is not to be feen twice without a forfeit. Flor However you are beholding to her, they fay Ihe loves you. Cel *By fete fhe fhan'not love m e : I have told her apiece otmy mind already: Pox o' thefe coming W o m e n : they fet a M a n to Dinner before he has an Appe- [Flavia at the door. tite. L rF • Florimel you are call'd within. \_tixtr. Cel. I hope in the Lord you are not Florimel . „ . . . ; , Flor. Ev'n fhe at your fervice ; the feme kind and coming Florimel, you have &Ce\ Why then we arc agreed already, I am as kind and coming as you for the heart of you : I knew at firft w e two were good for nothing but one another. Flor. But, without raillery, arc you in Love ? < Cel. So horribly much, that contrary to m y own Maxims, I think in m y eon-fcience I could Marry you. ' . Flor N o , no, 'tis not come to that yet: but if you are really in Love, you have done m e the greateft Pleafure in the World. Cel That pleafure, and a be.ter too, I have in ftore for you. Flor This Animal, call'd a Lover, I have long'd to fee thefe two Years. C^Snreyou walk'd with your Mask on all the while, for it you had been feen, vou could not have been without your wifh. Y Flor.T warrant you mean an ordinary whining Lover ; but I muft have other Proofs of Love e'er I believe it. Cel You fhall have the beft that I can give you. For I w o n d have a Lover, that if need be, fliould hangh mfelf, drownhim-iHfbroak Ins Neck, and Poyfon himfelf, for very defpair: he that wilt fcruple this is an Impudent Fellow if he lays he is in love. ,, , T CW Pray Madam, which of thefe four things would you have your Lover do? foraMau's but a Man, he cannot hang, and drown, and break his Neck, and ^C WeK^ufe you are but a Beginner, and I would not difeourage vrai anv one of thefe fhall ferve your turn in a lair way. ^ / / a m much deceiv'd in thofe Eyes of yours, ifa Treat, a Song and the Fiddles, be not a more acceptable Proof of love to you, than any of thofe Trag.eal 0nS0'UHowcveryout,n grant it is but decent you fhould be Pale, and Lean, J t u S S S S ^ (hewSyo, are in Love: and that I fhall reqmre of you Wr,i \vhcn0voTfee me next ? why you do not make a Rabbet of mc,to be lean at H t a r f w a Z g " ?1n the mean while we burn daylight, loofe time and love. Flor Would vou Marry me without confideration ? Cel To cl oofc by Heaven, for they that tltiiik on't twenty to one would ne* ver do it, lwSgfercL; to make fure of one good Night is as much in reafon as a this go ng to Bed fo early; it makes one fo weary before Morning. rl That's much as your Pillow is laid before you go to fleep. Ft Shaft \ make" Propofition to you? I will give ^ ^ T ^ o ^ bation to love me in; to grow referv'd, difereet, fober and faithful, and to pay me all the Services of a Lover.---- Cel. And at the end of it you'l Marry me ? before thl day, ?ou (ball be obliged to«"««**& Xelve-month to SCENE IV. Enter Philocles and Lyfimantes: Lyf. Is the Queen this way, Madam ? ;.„.._ Flor. I'll fee, fo pleafe yoir Highnefs; Follow me, Capt. \ ^ A. 1 |