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Show A&r* A-la-Mod r,,,. . Then, for your fake, hi rive him one day longer, to confider, Not to deny; for m y Refolves are firm ^..^ ^ m i Ama!. ThtsTanteons Princefs, Charming as flfc*, Could never make me Happy; 1 muft fit ft S t o m v M ^ , and then wretched. He never -udd P«m,t me to^min^^ ^ ^ ^ . See, fhe appears ! I'll think no more of any thing but her Yet I have one Hour good eer I am .^tcned' But Oh! W * > « follows her! fo night Treads on the foot-ftepsof a Winters Sun, And ftalks all Black behind him. Palm. • 0 Leonidas (For I muft call you ftill by that dear name) Free me from this bad Man. '- - Leott. I hope he dares not be injurious to you. Arga. I rather was injurious to m y felt, ThW That muft be judg'd when I hear what you faid. Arga. I think you need not give your felf that trouble I It concern'd us alone. Leon. You anfwer fawcily, and indirectly : What Intereft can you pretend in her ? Ar^a. It may be, Sir, I made her fome Exprefhons Which I would not repeat, becaufe they were Below m y Rank, to one of hers. Leon. W h a t did he fay, Taimyr at Palm. I'll tell you all: Firft, he began to look, And then he figti'd, and then he look'd again; At laft, he faid m y Eyes wounded his Heart: And, after that, he talk'd of Flames, and Fires, And fuch ftrange words, that I believ'd he Conjur d. Leon. O m y Heart! Leave me, Argaleon. Ar(ra. Come, fweet Palmyra, I will inftrutt you better in m y meaning: You fee he would be private. Leon. . Go your felf, And leave her here. Arga. • Alas, fhe's ignorant, And "is not fit to Entertain a Prince. Leon. Firft learn what's fit for you; that's to obey. Arga. I know m y Duty is to wait on you. A great King's Son, like you, ought to forget Such mean Converfe. Leon. What ? a Difputing Subject: ? Hence; or m y Sword fhall do me Juftice, on thee. Arga. Yet I may find a time [ Going. Leon. -- •-What's thatyou mutter. {Going after hint. To find a time ? Arga. To wait on you again {Softly.~\ In the mean while I'll watch you. [Exit, and watches daring the Scene' Leo». H o w precious are the Hours of Love in Courts ! In Cottages, where Love has all the day, Full, and at Eafe, he throws it half away. Time gives himfelf, and is not valu'd, there; But fells, at mighty Rates, each Minute, here. Marriage A-la-Mode. There, he is lazy, umemploy'd, and flow; Here, he's more fwift; and yet has more to do. So many of his Hours in publick move, That few are left for Privacy, and Love. Palm. The Sun, methinks, fhines faint and dimly, here; Light is not half fo long, nor half fo clear. But, Oh ! when every day^was yours and mine, H o w early up ! what hafte he made to fhine! Leon. Such golden Days no Prince muft hope to fee; Whofe ev'ry Subject is more bleft than he. Palm. D o you remember, when their Tasks were done, H o w all the Youth did to our Cottage run? While Winter-winds were whiffling loud without. Our chearful Hearth was circled round about: With Strokes in Afhes, Maids their Lovers drew; And ftill you fell to me, and I to you. Leon. W h e n Love did of m y Heart poffeffton take, I was fo young, m y Soul was fcarce awake: I cannot tell when firft I thought you fair; But fuck'd in Love, infenfibly as Air. Palm. I know too well when firft m y Love began, W h e n , at our Wake, you for the Chaplet ran: Then I was made the Lady ofthe May, And, with the Garland, at the Goal, did ftay. Still, as you ran, 1 kept you full in view; I hop'd, and wifh'd, and. ran, methought, for you. As you came near, I haftily did rife, And ftretch'd m y A r m out-right, that held the Prize. The Cuftom was to kifs w h o m I fhould crown: You kneel d, and, in m y Lap, your Head laid down. I bluftfd, and blufh d, and did the Kifs delay : At laft, m y Subjects fore'd me to obey; But, when I gave the Crown, and then thft Kifs, I fcarce had Breath to fay, take that and this. Leon. I felt, the while, a pleafing kind of Smart; The Kifs went, tingling, to m y very Heart. W h e n it was gone, the Senfe of it did ftay; TheSweetnefs cling'd upon m y Lips all Day, Like drops of Honey, loath to fall away. _ Palm. Life, like a Prodigal, gave all his Store To m y firft Youth, and now can give no more. You are a Prince; and, in that high Degree, N o longer muft converfe with humble me. Leon-Twas to m y lofs the Gods that Title gave; A Tyrant's Son is doubly born a Slave: He gives a Crown; but, to prevent m y Life From being happy, loads it with a Wife. Palm. Speak quickly, what have you refolv d to do? Leon. To keep m y Faith inviolate to yon. He threatens m e with Exile, and with Shame^ ? lofe m y Birth-right and a ^ ^ ^ But there's a Blefling which he did not mean, To fend me back to Love and you again. Palm W h y was not I a Princefs for your lake. But Heav'n no more fuch Miracles can make: And fince That cannot, This muft never be; ySu fnaU not lofe a Crown for Love of me. Live happy, and a nobler Choice purine* I lhal complain of Fate, but not of you TrL C m You fo eafily without me live ? Or c "MyoVtake theCounfel which yon give? W«£K ^«CCfS V/°Uld y°U n0t ^f m VOU Pali. I would; but cannot merit it from you. |