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Show X-A Secret-Love: Or, T~ „„,. \\\,f. T areat Bafs-Viol, Come follow to the Myrtle- ^d°P%Tr,whX^ ^ f i c , Sr it were unconfeionable to leave you to'em both: What, a Man's but a M a n you know. Olin. The Gentleman may find an Owner. S A Though not of you. ; T/or. Pray agree whofe the loft Sheep is, and take hup. Cf/.'Slife they'll cry m e anon, and tell m y marks. _. Filir. Troth I pity your Highnefs there, I perceive he has left you for the little one: Methinks he fhould have been afraid to break his Neck when he fell fo high as from you to her. . Sab. Wfell m y drolling Lady, I may be even with you. Flor. Not this ten Years by thy growth, yet. Sab. Can flefh and blood endure this! Flor. H o w now, m y Amazon in decimofexto! Olin. D o you affront m y Sifter? , _ Flor. I, but thou art fo tall, I think I fhall never affront thee. Sob. Come away Sifter, w e fhall be jeer'd to Death elfe. [Exeunt Olin. Sab. Flor. W h y do you look that way, you can't forbear leering after the forbidden Fruit.- But when e'er I take a Wenches word again! Cel. A Wenches word, W h y fhould you fpeak fo contemptably of the better half of Mankind? I'll ftand up for the honour of m y Vocation. Flor. You are in no fault I warrant; 'ware m y Busk Cel. Not to give a fair Lady the lye, I a m in fault; but otherwife Come let us be Friends, and let m e wait you to your Lodgings. Flor. This Incidence fhall not fave you from m y Table-Book. Item. A Month more for this fault. [T% walk to the door. i Soldier within. Stand. 2 Soldier. Stand, give the word. Cel. N o w , what's the meaning of this trow, Guards fet. i Soldier. Give the word, or you cannot pafs; thefe are they Brother ; let's, in and feize 'em. The two Soldiers Enter. i Sold. Down with him. 2 Sold. Difarm him. Cel. H o w now Rafcals. [Draws, and beats one off, and catches the other. Ask your Life, you Villain. 2 Sold. Quarter, quarter. Cel. W a s ever fuch an Infolence ? Sold. W e did but our duty; here w e were fet, to take a Gentleman and Lady, that would fteal a Marriage without the Queens content, and w e thought you had been they. [£<*" Sold. Flor. Your Coufin Pin lodes and the Princefs Candiope on m y Life 1 for I heard the Queen give private Orders to Lyfimantes, and name them twice or thrice. Cel. I know afcore or two of Madcaps here hard by, w h o m I can pickup from Taverns and Gaming-Houfes, and Bordels ; thofe I'll bring to aid him: N o w Florimel, there's an Argument for Wenching, where would you have had fo many honeft M e n together upon the fudden for a brave employment ? Flor. You'l leave m e then to take m y Fortune ? Cel. N o ; if you will, I'll have you into the places aforefaid, and enter you into good Company. Flor. Thank you Sir, here's a Key will let m e dirough this back-door to m y own Lodgings. Cel. If I come off with Life, I'll fee you this Evening, if not . • Adieu Florimel. - Flor. If you come not I fhall conclude you arekilPd, or taken ; to be hang'd for a Rebel to Morrow Morning and then I'll honour your Memory with a Lampoon inftead of an Epitaph. Cd. No, no, I truft better in m y Fate: I know I a m referv'd to do you a Courtefie. [£«> Celadon. As Florimel is unlocking the Door to go out, Flavia opens it againft her, FFlloo.r .F lIo gruiemfeds3l ft,dh Eedyno t aeyrroesu i hnte opa uhrre ftruh,iet f Nooefl wlPoshw i?el do cblye as .P age. Fla. The Maiden-Queen. jyt Fla. WThen Lyfimantes came with thc Queens Order He refuted to render up Candiope ; And with fome few brave Friends'he had about him Is forcing ot his way through all the Guards. Flor. A gallant Fellow: TH in, will you with n, Hark, the noife comes this way 1 Fla. I have a Meffage from the Queen to Lyfimantes, I hope I may be fafe among the Soldiers. Fir'^hACVJ *f> Pei'haPs fom<r honeft Fellow in the tumult may take pity on thy Maidenhead, or fo Adieu- [££ p , ^ Page. I he node comes nearer, Madam. Fla I am glad out: this Meffage gives m e the opportunity of fpeak ins privately with Lyfimantes. r ^f i Enter Philocles and Candiope, with three Friends ; purfued ^Lyfimantes and Soldiers. Lyf. What: is it renders you thus obftinatc ? you have no hope of flight and to refift is full as vain. r ° ' Phil. I'll die rather than yield her up. Flo* M y Lord ! Lyf. H o w now, fome new Meffage from the Queen. To Sold:] Retire a while to a convenient diftance. [Lyf. and Fla. whifper. ZT ? FT/r Uo lmP°flb> ! the Q.ueen in love with Philocles ! Jt Fla. I half fufpected it before ; but now M y Ears and Eyes are Witneffes, • This hour I over-heard her to Afteria, Making fuch fad Complaints of her hard fate ! For m y part I believe you lead him back But to his Coronation. Lyf. Hell take him firft. Fla. Prefently after this fhe call'd for me. And bid m e run, and with ftrict care Command you On peril of your Life he had no harm : But, Sir, She fpoke it with fuch great Concernment, Methought, I faw Love, Anger, and Defpair, All combating at once upon her Face. Lyf. Tell the Queen I know not what, I a m diffracted f o - - But go and leave m e to m y Thoughts . rj^V Fla v. W a s ever fuch amazing news Told, in fo ttrange and critical a Moment! What fhall I do! Does She hove Philocles, who Loves not her, And Loves not Lyfimantes w h o prefers her Above his Life! What refts but that I take This opportunity, which her felf Has given me, to kill this Happy Rival! Aflift m e Soldiers. Phil. They fhall buy m e dearly, Cand. Ah, me, Unhappy Maid ! Enter Celadon with his Friends, unbutton'd and reeling. Cel. Courage m y Noble Coufin, I have brought A band of Blades, the braveft Youths oiSyracufe: Some Drunk, fome Sober, all refolv'd to run Your Fortue to the utmoft. Fall on mad Boys Lyf. Hold a little I'm not fecure of Vidory againft thefe defperate Ruffins. Cel. No, but I'll fecure you ; they fhall Cut your Throat for fuch another W o rd of em. Ruffins quoth a/ Call Gamefters, and Whore-Mafters, and Drunkards, Ruffins Lyf. Pray Gentlemen fall back a little Cel. Oho, are they Gentlemen now with you/' Speak firft to your Gentlemen Soldiers to retire; and then TI'hlelr efp'esa yko tuor mDiyf eGieplnitnl'edm Meen nR unffoiwn s. 2[-T hey Sing, and the S[oCleld.i efrtsg nrsettoi rhCeio so mnPe ab ortthy .f ides. |