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Show i 82 Secret-Love : Or, Flor. Dare you kits her! Cel. I was never dar'd by an ave old M a d am [He plucks of her Ruff. Mel. Help, help, doyoudifcm Cel. Peace, Tiffany! 'No harm. [He Puts on the Ruff. N o w , Sir, here's Florimels Health to you [Kfjfes her. Mel. Away, Sir- a fweet Young Man as you arc to abufc the gift of Nature fo. • Cel. Good Mother do not commend me fo; I am Flefh and Blood, and you do not know what you may pluck upon that reverend Perfon of y o u r s - - Come on follow your Leader. [Gives Florimel the It uff, (be puts it on. Flor. Stand fair Mother Cel. What with your Hat on? Lie thou there-•- and thou too • [Plucks off her IPerruke, and, -'Florimel. Omnes. Florimel! Flor. M y kind Miftreffes how forry I am I can do you no further Service! I think 1 had beft refign you to Celadon to make amends for me. . Lord what a Misfortune it was Ladies, that the Gentleman could not hold forth to you. Olin. We have loft Celadon too. Mel. Come away, this is paft enduring. [Exeunt Mel. Olin Sab. Well if ever I believe a M a n to be a M a n for the fake of a Perruke and Feather again , Flor. Come, Celadon, fhall w e make Accounts even ? Lord what a hanging look was there: Indeed if you had been recreant to your Miftrefs, or had forftvorn your Love, that Sinner's Face had been but decent, but for the Vertuous, the Innocent the Conftant Celadon » Cel. This is not very Heroick in you, now to infult over a M a n in his Misfor tunes; but take heed, you have rob'd m e of m y two Miftreffes: I fhall crow def perately Conftant, and all the Tempeft of m y Love will fall upon your Head" I fhall fi pay you. J Flor. W h o you, pay me! You are a Bankrupt, caft beyond all poffibilitv of recovery. y Cel. If I am a Bankrupt, I'll be a very Honeft one: W h e n I cannot pavmv De^cc at leaft, I'll give you up the Poffeffion of m y Body. P ' Y DebtS' Flor. No, I'll deal better with you; fince you are unable to pay I'll o\m m your Bond. ^ y' *»ve J Enter Philocles with a Commander's Staff in his Hand, Attended Phil. Coufin, I am forry I muft take you from your Company about an earneft Bufmefs. Flor .There needs no excufe, m y Lord; we had difpatched our Affairs anrl were luff parting. ' 1U Cel. Will you be going, Sir ? Sweet Sir, damn'dSir, I have but one word more to lay to you. u c Flor. As I'm a M a n of Honour, I'll wait on you fome other time Cel. By thefe Breeches Phil. Heark you Coufin *•*£", Honmel. You'll fee it exactly executed : I rely upon you C h * fpeK' Cel. I fhall not fail m y Lord : M a y the Conclufion of it prove Happy to vw,\» i c / {LxitCd. ,,,. , , « . , . Fhilocles Solus. Where er I caft about m y wandnng Eyes Greatnefs lies ready in fome fhape to tempt me The Royal Furniture in every Room, The Guards and the huge waving Crowds of People All waning for a fight of that fair Queen P ' W h o makes a prefent of her love tome- NowtellmeStoick! w " u£fe uWkh a Wifh miSht be made thine, Would ft thou no t truck thy ragged Vertue for 'em ? If Glory was a baft that Angels fwallow'd, H o w then fhould Souls ally'd to fence refift it' Enter The Maiden-Queen. ifo Enter Candiope. Ah poor Condiope! I pity her, But that is all. Cand. O my dear Philocles ! a thoufand Bleffings wait on the The hope of being thine, I think will put M c paft m y Meat and SJeep with Extafie, Sol fhall keep the Fafts of Seraphims, And wake for joy like Nightingals in May. Phil. Wake, Philocles, wake from thy Dream of Glory. 'Tis all hue Shadow to Candiope: Carift thou betray a love fo innocent! i'jifd Cand. What makes you Melancholick ? I doubt I have difpleafed you? Phil. N o , m y Love, I am not difpleas'd with you, But-with m y felf when I confider H o w little I deferve you. Cand. Say not fo, m y Philocles, a Love fo true as yours That would have left a Court, and a Queens Favour T o live in a poor Hermitage with me. Phil. Ha! She has ftung me to the quick.' As if fhe knew the falfhood I intended: But, I thank Heaven, it has recalled m y vertue; [Afide. O m y Dear, I love you, and you only ; [To her. Go in, I have fome bufinefs for a while; But I think Minutes Ages till we meet. Can. I knew you had ; but yet I could not chufe But come and look upon you [Exit Can" Phil. What barbarous M a n could wrong fo fweet a Vertue ! Enter the Queen in black with Afteria. Madam, the States are ftraight to meet; but why In thefe dark Ornaments will you be feen ? Qu. • They fit the Fortune of a Captive Queen. Phil. Deep fhades are thus to heighten Colours fet; So Stars in Night, and Diamonds fhine in Jet. Qu. True Friends fhould fo, in dark afflictions fhine, But I have no great caufe to boaft of mine. Phil. You may have too much prejudice for fome, And think 'cm falfe before their Trial's come. But, Madam, what determine you to do ? Qu. I came not here to be advis'd by you: But charge you by that Pow'r which once you own'd, And which is ftill m y right, ev'n when Unthron'd ; That whatfoe'r the States refolve of me, You never more think of Candiope. Phil. Not think of her! ah, how fhould I obey ! Her Tyrant Eyes have fore'd m y Heart away. Qu. By force retake it from thofe Tyrant Eyes, I'll grant you out m y Letters of Reprize. Phil. She has, too well, prevented that defign, By giving m e her Heart in change for mine. Qu. Thus foolifh Indians Gold for Glafs forgo, 'Twas to your lofe you priz'd your Heart fo low. I fet its value when you were advane'd, And as m y Favours grew, its rate inhane'd. Phil. The rate of Subjects hearts by yours muft go, And love in yours has fet the value low. Qft. I ftand corrected, and m y felf reprove, You teach m e to repent m y low-plac'd love: Help m e this Paffion from m y Heart to tear, N o w rail on him, and I will fit and hear. Phil. Madam, like you, I have repented too, AHAsno Qdiwrt id w.ac hrToaehm tine so e,ty' eoPruah Iiitl lhf ooauincsd l ,oce noysen,oc Iue rldwniko'oed u f,nlto df rt oa orknp ngtpeoho iwpfse.e r u;vn erkfneonwefns: 'f hov Pl |