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SCENA VII.

Sir William Stanly, Mrs. Stanly.
Mrs. Stanly.
Brother, what's your Design? I fear, you move
In these Attempts provok't by your rash Love.

Sir Will. Stan.
Though Love be the great Cause, yet I should do
The same by Honour mov'd and Justice too.

Mrs. Stanly.
To save true Princes from a Tyrant's doom
Is that, which may a Stanly well become:
But with unlawful Passion to invade
What mutual Vows and Heaven have sacred made,
Will all the Glory of your Life deface,
And tarnish all the Lustre of our Race.
Do you not see the great Design of Fate,
That peacefully would quench the fierce Debate,
In which this harrass'd Land too long ha's bled,
By planting these two Roses in one Bed?

Sir Will. Stanly.
The truth of what you say I know too well;
But Love against my Reason does rebel.
The Enterprise less difficult will prove
To vanquish Richard, then to conquer Love.

Mrs. Stanly.
Such hopeless Love no longer entertain;
The Saint, whom you adore, you but prophane:
It will both mortal, and unglorious be,
To touch the Fruit of this Forbidden Tree.

Sir Will. Stanly.
Though between me, and my Pretentions lyes
A Chaos void of Possibilities,
Yet I must on: Those things, I mean to do,
Shall make you say, I did not rashly wooe.
If Love's Religion Merit will allow,
He may find Grace, who ha's perform'd his Vow.

[Exeunt.