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SCENA II.

Princess, Mrs. Stanly, Charlot.
Charlot.
Madam, yield not to these transports of Grief,
Until the cause proves worthy your Belief:
My Judgment thinks him true.

Princess.
Thou art a Fool,
And of thine own plain Heart dost make a Rule
To measure others by: That sudden Joy,
Spred through the Court, too clearly does destroy
All promis'd Hopes from this perfidious Lord.

Char.
My tender years small Judgment can afford:
But grant, this Lord were true, yet he must use
These Arts, and the misjudging world abuse.
His Loyal Purposes would not succeed,
Unlesse in this dark Method he proceed.

Mrs Stanly.
The Tyrant to that Height of Power is grown,
That open Force can never pull him down;
He's to be conquer'd only by Surprise:
Those Arts must work his Fall, which made him rise.
Who this Wild Bore adventures to destroy,
Must Toiles, and Weapons both at once employ.

Prin.
With raging Forces to destroy our Friends,
Is a strange method to effect our ends.

Mrs. Stanly.
Dark minds we must in Darkness overthrow;
To blind the King, we must be blinded too.

Char.
A Publick Errour must our Work secure;
Madam, with Patience then you may endure
Unpromising, and false Appearances,
Which must be bad to gain a good Success.

Prin.
Thy pretty Logick ha's a charming sound,
But the foundation wants a steady ground.
Can Stanly be for Richmond, and invade
The Friendly Succours rising to his aid?
The mystery I dread: This treach'rous Lord
Revolts from Honour, and has broke his Word:
Private Concern within his narrow Soul
Does all the Care of Publick good controul;
And his unworthy Fear for his young Son
(The Court's great Pledge) our bus'ness has undone.

Mrs. Stanly.
Ah, Madam, do not make this cruel haste!
With antedated Grief your Heart you waste.
He is my Brother; and my Blood I'm sure,
'Gainst you no Taint of Treason will endure.

Prin.
All hopes are past; and we must ruin'd be,
Since the whole World takes part with Tyrannie.
Poor Richmond hastens to his Fatal End,
Lost by his Courage, and a Treacherous Friend.

[Enter Ld Stanly.
Mrs. Stanly.
Behold my Brother! It is he, that must
Make your Grief causless, and your Fears unjust.