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Show x 6 Secret-Love : Or, --T-T-r^rTi^oTi^ ; while they are talking, let's have one Come, Gentlemen ^s_^f o r Mortality fake. merry m a m before w e die £ ... , , • . ' Agreed, here's m y Cloak tor a 1 aoie. . ^ ^ md thm^ \nd m y Hat tor a Box. L W Suppofe I kill'd him -' • 1 voukl but exafperate the Queen the mor llclovesnotheisUknowshe flicloves him. A fudden thought is come into m y head - ^o to contrive it, that this Philocles, A * & his Friends M l bring to£fi « atto, m Which I could never compafs- 1 rue **y™" A point of Honour; but then her-uto «>mc - It fhall be 13 ?n y Philocles, command your Souldici sort, As I will mine : I've fomewhat to propofe Which vou perhaps may like. nd'. I will not leave him. I -Tis m y defire you fhould not. -Coufin, , M off your Frier;ds- d ife cither m a k e your own Conditions or never agree with him. Hi ^Men P ^ f g^- c?nd# can never ftandbetore us. . Lc r /.>/." Suppofe fome Friend, e'er Night, Should bring you to poffefs all youdetire; And not fo only, but fecure forever 'the Nations happinefs- Phil. I would think of him As fome God or Angel. „-*•-, Lyf. That God or Angel you or I may be to one another. W e have betwixt us An hundred Men: The Cittadel you govern : What were it now to feize the Queen. Phil. 0 Impiety ! T o feize the Queen! To feize her, laid vou ? , Lyf. The Word might be too rough, I meant fecure her. (. Was this your Propofition, And had you none to make it to but m e ? tr m e out'ere you condemn m e ! I would not the leaft Violence were offer'd Her Perfon; two fmall grants is all I ask, Yo make m e happy in her Self, and you In your Candiope. ., Cand. And will not you do this, m y Philocles { Nav, now my Brother fpeaks but Reafon. .7. Int'reft makes all teem Reafon that leads to it. Int'reft that does the Zeal of Setts create, T o purge a Chukh, and to reform a State. Lyf. In fhort, the Queen hath fent to part you two; What more fhe means to her I know not. Phil. To her! Alafs! W h y will not you proteG her ? Lyf. With you I can: But where's m y Power alone ? Cand. You know fhe Loves m e not: H o w fhe Defpis'd that Beauty which you fay I have: I fee She purpofes m y Death. Phil. W h y do you fright m e with it ? 'Tis in your Brother's Pow'r to let us 'fcape, And thenyou run no danger. i rue, I may : But then m y Head muft pay the forfeit of it. Phil. O Wretched Philocles] Whither would Love H urry thee headlong! Lyf. Ceafe thefe Exclamations. TTAhnoe drl eiy'voseu nW hoiat dvhaeon(ughteo rmt tyoh neS iy gfoutulerrf,. f iredfeo :lv e' Ttihsa tb ut ; b Phil - - ; - - - - • • - • « •• The Maiden-Queen. \JJ Phil. T o live without her! is that nothing, think you ? Thedamn'd in Hell endure no greater pain^ Than feeing Heaven from far with hopelefs Eyes. Can. Candiope muft die, and die for you; See it not unreVeng'd at leaft. Phil. Ha, unreveng'd ! on w h o m fhould I revenge it? But yet fhe dies, and I may hinder it; 'Tis I then Murder m y Candiope: And yet fhould I take Arms againft m y Queen / That favour'd me, rais'd m e to what I a m ! Alas it muft not be* Lyf. H e cools again. Afide. True fhe once favour'd you But now I am inform'd, She is befotted on an upftart Wretch; So far, that the intends to make him Matter. Both of her Crown and Perfon. Phil. Knows he that! Then, what T dreaded moft is come to pafs. [Afidel I a m convine'd of the neccffity; Let us make haft to raze That action from the Annals of her Reign : N o motive but her glory could have wrought me. I am a Traytor to her, to preferve her From Treafon to her felf; and yet Heav'n knows With what a heavy heart Philocles turns Reformei : but have care This fault other ttrange Paffion takes no air. Let not the vulgar blow upon her Fame. Lyf. I will be careful, fhall w e go m y Lord : Phil. Time wafts apace; Each firft prepare his Men. Come, m y Candiope [Exeunt. Phil. Can: Lyf. This ruins him for ever with the Queeri; The odium's half his, the profit all m y own. Thofe who, like me, by others help would Climb, T o make 'em fure, muft dip 'em in their Crime. [Exit Lyf SCENE ll. The Queens Apartments. Enter Queen and Afteria. Qu. No more News yet from Philocles ? Aft. None, Madam, fince Flavia's return ! Qu. O m y Afteria, if you lov'd me, fure You would fay fomething to m e of m y Philocles', I could fpeak ever of him. Aft. Madam, you Commanded m e no more to name him to youi Qu. Then I Command you now to fpeak of nothing elfe: I charge you here, ort your Allegiance, tell me W h a t I fhould do with him. Aft. W h e n you gave Orders that he fhould be taken, You feem'd refolv'd how to difpofe of him. Qu. Dull Afteria not to know, M a d People never think the fame thing twice. Alas, I'm hurried reftlefs up and down, I was in Anger once, and then I thought I had put into fhore / But now a guft of Love blows hard againft me, And bears m e off again. Aft. Shall I Sing the Song you made of Philocles, And call'd it Secret-Love ? Qu. Do, for that's all kindnefs: and while thoU Sing'ft it, I can think nothing but what pleafes me. Z 2 SON a |