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SCEN. PRIMA.

Enter Sir Will. Stanly, Mrs. Stanly, Ld Strange.
Sir W. Stanly.
Nephew, pray leave us: If the Guards should see
Our close Converse, we should suspected be.

Ld Strange.
I am the Witty Tyrant's Cruel sport,
Fetter'd in Silk, condemn'd to be at Court.
[Exit Strange.

Sir W. Stanly.
Sister, pray tell the Queen, by her Command
That I wait here to kiss the Princess hand.

Mrs. Stanly.
If you reveal your madness, you will lose
The Glory of that Rescue, you propose;
For such a daring Lover she'l despise
More, then she hates her rudest Enemies.

Sir W. Stanly.
So far my sense with your advice accords,
That I'le shew Deeds more daring, then my Words.
Pray, go. O Coward Heart! shall sudden fear
[Exit Mrs. Stanly.
Possess my Breast, that was a Stranger there?
Must I now tremble at a Woman's sight,
Who was not born for Terrour, but Delight?
Thus Natures Law is by Love's Power controll'd,
Which men disheartens, and makes Women Bold.

[Enter Princess.