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SCEN. V.

Enter Queen.
Queen.
Heaven! If my Child must not your mercy find,
Let me, when she departs, not stay behind!
I can endure no more: The hand of Fate
On tir'd-out Nature lays too great a Weight.

Enter Lord Strange leading Charlot in the Princess dress.
L. Strange.
Now, Madam, pray look up: trust your own Eyes:
To Charlot suppos'd to be the Princess.
Your Servants guard you, not your Enemies.
Madam, you come in a most happy hour;
To the Queen.
To rule her Fears we need a Mothers Power.

Queen.
I wonder not, that she's amaz'd; for I
Mistrust my Sense in this Delivery.
Come, Daughter, give my Eyes the Joy to see
My dearest Captive set at libertie.

Charlot.
I, Madam, who your pleasure thus obey,
[Charlot unvails.
Am not your Daughter; she's convey'd away:
And you the means of her Escape may guess,
When you behold me in my borrow'd Dress:
As mine abus'd our Friends, so her Disguise
More happily deceiv'd our Enemies.

Queen.
Her absence does my former pain repeat,
Ah! bring me to the place of her retreat.

Charlot.
You'l find her at the Cloister fix't in Prayer:
Heaven, and Religion now her Guardians are.

Strange.
Charlot I little thought, I could by thee
In this bold Rescue so transcended be.
Madam, as faithful Guards, we shall attend
To the Queen.
Your Person; and the Princess Life defend.

[Exeunt.