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SCEN. III.

Queen, Sir William Stanly.
Sir W. Stanly.
Madam, I come my Destiny to learn,
Which wholly now depends on your Concern.
The Danger of the Princess draws too near;
The Tyrant does all marks of Fury wear.
VVill you accept my Service?

Queen.
Sir, I must
Confess, your faithful zeal deserves my Trust.
Now I believe, you are ordain'd to be
The great Preserver of my Familie.

Sir W. Stanly.
Madam, your fair Esteem I will make good,
And seal my Promise with my dearest Blood.
But now that we may take a speedy Course
By secret Practice, or by open Force
To disappoint the Tyrant, and pursue
The Bus'ness of your Safety, I must sue
For my Admission to the Princess Ear:
Some needful Orders I must have from her,
Of high Importance to our work in hand.

Queen.
Your Merit, and our Danger, Sir, command
Your speedy satisfaction: But the King
Must be at farther Distance, e're I bring
You two together. His great Jealousie
With highest Caution must attended be.
Let us retire, and study, how we may
Make perfect your Design the safest Way.

Sir W. Stanly.
Madam, you walk apace from your Distress:
Designs well modell'd seldom want success.
The Foolish Crowd, who outsides only view,
Give that to Fortune, which is Wisdom's Due.

[Exeunt.