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SCEN. 3.

Enter Phylanter, Solus disguised.
Phyl.
What is the next thing now that must be done?
How weary all the World and I
Am grown of one another? I should be friends
With this disguise, could it but hide my crimes:
But night it self that great disguiser,
Wants power to conceal the least of crimes
From any troubled breast, when man would fain
Be unacquainted with himself again:
'Tis just too, when we have ourselves betraid
That we should be then of our selves afraid
Ambition onely is our nature's folly,
That robs us of that little stock of reason,
We have at temperate and idle hours.
If we but take the inventory of our selves,
There we shall find such perisht stuff
By rage and passion, that 'tis just
We should be once forgotten in the dust;
—But for my new design—ha—'tis odd
To throw my self into the power of them—
As if 'twere meannesse, or something poorer; fear—
—Yet—let it dye
[Studies.
Enter Amione. Hyp. Pys.
Ha—she comes—
—A Persian's cold devotion thus,
Receives new warmness from the rising Sun
—It must be so—
He that would hide Love kindled once within,
Rakes but his fire up to keep it in.

Hyp.
We take our leaves now Madam, for we see
There's one attends you from the Lord Phylanter,

Exe. Hip. Pysan.
Phyl.
Madam, my Lord Phylanter sent me hither
In his own language to present you Safety
Great as you merit.

Amio.
I thank you Sir, he has obliged me nobly:
Had he forgot his crimes, I should forget
He were an enemy.

Phyl.
He bid me tell you farther,
That he had waited on you here himself,
But that he fear'd to injure your fair eyes,
That should be onely pleas'd with welcom objects.

Amio.
Ha: perish you easie thoughts, that start
[aside.
At hearing of that name, yet when you think of him
I may forgive you, if you then
Frighten your selves,—
And yet it may be Love; ruines of Love
And lightning are alike—
For, what would willingly resist
They both consume; I shall attend you Sir,
If you please to lead the way—

[Exeunt.