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SCENE III.

Enter SOPHIA and BAPTISTA.
SOPHIA.
Whether I am most surpriz'd or charm'd, I know not;
And shall I see this Queen whose beauty could not shake him?

BAPTISTA.
Ere this, their Majesties are at your gate.

SOPHIA.
But how that flatt'ring portrait did you gain,
With which you've wrought so bright a miracle!

BAPTISTA.
I had it sketch'd from that bright miniature
Which decks the centre of your brother's shield:
But you'll excuse the theft that friendship urg'd.

SOPHIA.
My friendship shall repay it; but 'tis fit
This jealousy should have a final check,
And that, where least he looks for't, ev'n from me!
Suppose I use the happy means I have
T' expose his wound, and thus compleat his cure?

BAPTISTA.
'Twere well, if you have art t' atchieve it.

SOPHIA.
That trumpet speaks them near: lay still my heart,
While I but feign this momentary coolness,
And then, with double transport, thou shalt greet him!

[Exit Sophia and Baptista.