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ACT. III.

SCEN. I.

Scene, A Tavern.
Enter Sir Nicholas Cully, Wheadle, Palmer, and Drawer.
Palm.
Nay, Sir Nich'las, for all your haste, I must
Have a Note under your hand for the tho us a
Pounds you owe me.

Whead.
This must not be among Friends, Mr Palmer;
Sir Nich'las shall not pay the money.

Sir Nich.
I had been a Mad-man to play at such a rate
If I had ever intended to pay.

Palm.
Though I am but a poor Country-man I scorn
To be chous'd; I have Friends in Town.

Whead.
But hark you, Mr Palmer.

Palm.
Hark me no harks; I'le have my money.

Sir Nich.
Drawer, take your Reck'ning.

Whead.
laughing.
Farewel, Sir; haste into the Country to
Mind your Cattle.

Palm.
But hark you, Gentlemen; are you in earnest?

Whead.
Ay indeed; fare you well, Sir.

Palm.
I took you for my Friend, Mr Wheadle;
But now I perceive what you are.
[To Cully]
Your ear, Sir.

Whead.
Never fear him; he dares not to go into the
Field, without it be among his sheep.

Cul.
Agreed; to morrow, about eight in the morning,
Near Pancridge.

Whead.
I will have the honour to serve you, Sir Nich'las.
Provide your self a Second, Mr Palmer.

[Exeunt Sir Nich. and Whead. laughing.
Palm.
So, laugh:
This is the Sheep that I must fleece.

[Exit.

SCEN. II.

Scene, COVENT-GARDEN.
Enter Sir Frederick Frollick, with Fidlers before him, and six or eight Link-boys, dancing and singing.
Sir Fred.
Here, here, this is the window; range your
Selves here.

Enter the Bell-man.
Bell-m.
Good-morrow, Gentlemen.

Sir Fred.
Honest Bell-man, prethee lend me thy Bell.

Bell-m.
Withall my heart, Master.

[Sir Fred. rings the Bell, and then repeats these Verses.
Sir Fred.
You Widow, that do sleep dog-sleep,
And now for your dead Husband weep,
Perceiving well what want you have
Of that poor worm has eat in Grave;
Rise out of Bed, and ope the door;
Here's that will all your joys restore.
Good-morrow, my Mistress dear, Good-morrow.
Good-morrow, Widow.

[He rings the Bell again.
The Chamber-maid comes to the Window unclac'd, holding her Petticoats in her hand.
Maid.
Who's that that comes at this unseasonable
Hour, to disturb my Ladies quiet.

Sir Fred.
An honest Bell-man, to mind her of her frailty.

Maid.
Sir Frederick, I wonder you will offer this;
You will loose her favour for ever.

Sir Fred.
Y'are mistaken; now's the time to creep into
Her favour.

Maid.
I'm sure y'ave wak'd me out of the sweetest sleep.
Hey ho—

Sir Fred.
Poor girl! let me in, I'le rock
Thee into a sweeter.

Maid.
I hear a stirring in my Mistresses Chamber;
I believe y'ave frighted her.
[Exit Maid.

Sir Fred.
Sound a fresh Alarm; the Enemy's at hand.

[Fidlers play.
The Widow comes to the Window in her Night-Gown.
Wid.
Whose insolence is this, that dares affront me
Thus?

Sir Fred.
in a Canting Tone.
If there be insolence in Love, 'tis I
Have done you this unwilling injury.

Wid.
What pitiful rhyming fellow's that? he speaks
As if he were prompted by the Fidlers.

Sir Fred.
Alas, what pains I take thus to unclose
Those pretty eye-lids which lock'd up my Foes!

Wid.
A godly Buke would become that tone a great
Deal better: He might get a pretty living by
Reading Mother Shipton's Prophesies, or some
Pious Exhortation at the corner of a Street:
His mournful voice, I vow, has mov'd my compassion.

Sir Fred.
Ay, ay, we shou'd have a fellow-feeling of one
Another indeed, Widow.

Wid.
Sir Frederick, is it you?

Sir Fred.
Yes truly; and can you be angry, Lady?
Have not your Quarters been beaten up
At these most seasonable hours before now?

Wid.
Yes; but it has been by one that has had a Commission
For what he did: I'm afraid shou'd it once become
Your Duty, you would soon grow weary of the Employment.

S. Fr.
Widow, I hate this distance; 'tis not the English fashion:
Prethee let's come to't hand to fist.

Wid.
I give no entertainment to such lewd persons.
Farewell, Sir.
[Exit Widow.

S. Fr.
I'le fetch thee again, or conjure the whole Garden up.
Sing the Catch I taught you at the Rose.

[Fidlers sing.
SONG.
He that will win a Widows heart
Must bear up briskly to her:
She loves the Lad that's free and smart,
But hates the Formal Wooer.

Widow runs to the Window again, with her Maid.
Wid.
Hold, hold, Sir Frederick; what do you imagine
The Neighbours will think?

Sir Fred.
So ill, I hope, of thee, thoul't be forc'd to
Think the better of me.

Wid.
I am much beholden to you for the care you have
Of my Reputation.

Sir Fred.
Talk no more, but let the door be open'd;
Or else Fidlers—

Wid.
Pray hold; what security shall I have for
Your good behaviour?

Sir Fred.
My Sobriety.

Wid.
That's pawn'd at the Tavern from whence
You came.

Sir Fred.
Thy own Honesty then; is that engag'd?

Wid.
I think that will go nigh to secure me.
Give 'em entrance, Betty.

[Ex. Widow, and her Maid.
Enter Palmer, with a Link before him.
Sir Fred.
Ha! who goes there?

Palm.
An humble Creature of yours, Sir.

Sir Fred.
Palmer in a disguise! What roguery
Hast thou been about?

Palm.
Out of my loyal inclinations doing
Service to his Majesty.

Sir Fred.
What? a plotting?

Palm.
How to destroy his enemies, Mr Wheadle
And I are very vigilant.

Sir Fred.
In bubbling of some body, on my life.

Palm.
We do not use to boast our services,
Nor do we seek Rewards; good actions
Recompense themselves.

Sir Fred.
Ho, the door opens; farewell, Sirrah.
Gentlemen, wait you without, and be ready
When I call.
Honest Bell-man, drink this.

[Gives the Bell-man money.
Bell-m.
Thank you, Noble Master.
[Exit Bell-man.

Sir Fred.
entring.
Here's something to stop thy mouth too.

The Maid shrieks.
Maid.
Out upon you, Sir Frederick; you'l never leave
Your old tricks.

[Exeunt.

SCEN. III.

Scene, the Widows House.
Enter Sir Frederick, leading the Widow, follow'd by her Maid.
Sir Fred.
Little did I think I shou'd ever have been brought
To this pass: Love never had the power to rob me
Of my rest before.

Wid.
Alas, poor Gentleman! he has not been us'd to
These late hours.

Sir Fred.
Widow, do not you be peevish now; 'tis dangerous
Jesting with my affection; 'tis in its infancy, and
Must be humour'd.

Wid.
Pray teach me how, Sir.

Sir Fred.
Why, with kisses, and such pretty little dalliances;
Thus, thus.

[Kisses her.
Wid.
Hold, hold, Sir; if it be so froward, put it out
To Nurse; I am not so fond of it as you imagine;
Pray how have you dispos'd of your brave Camerades?
Have you left them to the mercy of the Beadle?

Sir Fred.
No, you must be acquainted with their Virtues.
Enter, Gentlemen.

Enter the Fidlers, and a Masque of the Link-boys, who are Dancing-masters, disguis'd for the Frollick.
Wid.
These are men of skill.

[After the Masque.
Sir Fred.
I disguis'd 'em for your entertainment.

Wid.
Well, Sir, now I hope you'l leave me to my
Rest.

Sir Fred.
Can you in conscience turn a young man
Out of doors at this time o'th'night, Widow?
Fie, fie, the very thought on't will keep you
Waking.

Wid.
So pretty, so well-favour'd a young man;
One that loves me.

Sir Fred.
Ay, one that loves you.

Wid.
Truly 'tis a very hard-hearted thing.

[She sighs.
Sir Fr.
Come, come, be mollifi'd. You may go, Gentlemen,
And leave me here; you may go.

[To the Masquers.
Wid.
You may stay, Gentlemen; you may stay,
And take your Captain along with you:
You'l find good Quarters in some warm Hay-loft.

S. Fr.
Merciless Woman! Do but lend me thy Maid; faith I'le
Use her very tenderly and lovingly, even as I'd use
Thy self, dear Widow, if thou wou'dst but make proof
Of my affection.

Wid.
If the Constable carry your suspicious person to the
Compter, pray let me have notice of it; I'le send my
Taylor to be your Bail.

Sir Fr.
Go, go to bed, and be idle, Widow; that's worse then
Any misfortune I can meet with. Strike up, and give
Notice of our coming. Farewell, Widow;
I pity thy solitary condition.

[Exeunt Fidlers playing.

SCEN. IV.

Scene, Sir Frederick's Lodging.
Enter Dufoy, and Clark.
Clark.
I wonder Sir Frederick stays out so late.

Dufoy.
Dis is noting; six, seven a clock in de morning
Is ver good houre.

Clark.
I hope he does not use these hours often.

Dufoy.
Some six, seven time a veeke; no oftiner.

Clark.
My Lord commanded me to wait his coming.

Dufoy.
Matré Clark, to divertise you, I vil tell you
How I did get be acquainted vid dis-bedlam Matre.
About two, tree year ago me had for my conveniance
[Enter a Foot-boy.
Dischargé my self from attending as Matré D'ostel to
A person of Condition in Parie; it hapen after de
Dispatch of my littel affairé—

Foot-b.
That is, after h'ad spent his money, Sir.

Dufoy.
Jan foutré de Lacque; me vil have de Vip
And de Belle vor your breeck, Rogue.

Foot-b.
Sir, in a word, he was Jack-pudding to a Mountebank,
And turn'd off for want of wit; my Master pick'd him
Up before a Puppit-show, mumbling a half-penny
Custard, to send him with a Letter to the Post.

Dufoy.
Morbleu, see, see de insolance of de Foot-boy English,
Bogre Rascale, you lye, begar I vil cutré your troaté.

[Exit Foot-boy.
Clark.
He's a Rogue; on with your story, Monsieur.

Dufoy.
Matré Clark, I am your ver humble Serviture; but
Begar me have no patience to be abusé. As I did say, After
De dispatché of my affairé van day being Idelé, vich
Does producé de Mellanchollique, I did valké over
De new Bridge in Parie, and to devertise de time,
And my more serious toughté, me did look to see
De Marrioneté and de Jack-puddingé, vich
Did play hundred pretty triké, time de
Collation vas come; and vor I had no companie, I vas
Unvilling to go to de Cabareté, but did buy a Darriolé,
Littel Custardé vich did satisfie my apetite ver vel:
In dis time young Mounsieur de Grandvil (a Jentelman
Of ver great Quallity, van dat vas my ver good Friendé,
And has don me ver great and insignal faveure)
Come by in his Caroché, vid dis Sir Frollick, who did
Pention at de same Academy, to learn de
Language, de bon mine, de great horse, and
Many oder triké; Monsieur seeing me did
Make de bowé, and did beken, beken me come
To him; he did tellé me dat de Englis Jentelman
Had de Letré vor de Posté, and did entreaté
Me (if I had de oppertunity) to see de Letré
Deliver; he did tellé me too, it vold be ver great
Obligation: de memory of de faveur I had
Receive from his Famelyé, beside de inclination I
Naturally have to servé de strangeré, made me
Retourné de complemen vid ver great civility,
And so I did take de Letré, and see it deliveré.
Sir Frollick perceiving (by de managment of dis
Affairé) dat I vas man d'esprit, and of vitté, did
Entreaté me to be his Serviteur; me did take
D'affection to his Personé, and vas contenté to live
Vid him, to counsel and to advisé him. You see
Now de lye of de Bougre dé Lacque Englishé, Morbleu.

Enter a Foot-man.
Foot-m.
Monsieur, the Apothecary is without.

Dufoy.
Dat news be no ver velcome, begar.
Matré Clarke, go and sit you down; I vil but swal
My breakface, and be vid you again presant.
Morbleu L'apothecaré.

[Exeunt.

SCEN. V.

Scene, A Field.
Enter Wheadle and Cully.
Cully.
Dear Wheadle, this is too dangerous a testimony
Of thy kindness.

Whead.
I shou'd be angry with you if you thought so:
What makes you so serious?

Cul.
I am sorry I did not provide for both our safeties.

Whead.
How so?

Cul.
Colonel Hewson is my neighbour, and very good
Friend; I might have acquainted him with
The business, and got him with a File of
Musketiers to secure us all.

Whead.
But this wou'd not secure your Honour.
What wou'd the world have judg'd?

Cul.
Let the world have judg'd what it wou'd: Have
We not had many presidents of late, and
The world knows not what to judge?

Whead.
But you see there was no need to hazard
Your Reputation; here's no enemy appears.

Cul.
We have done our duty, let's be going then.

Whea.
We ought to waite a while.

Cul.
The ayre is so bleak, I vow I can no longer
Endure it.

Whea.
Have a little patience, methinks I see two
Making towards us
In the next Close.

Cul.
Where, where? 'tis them.

Whead.
Bear up bravely now like a man.

Cul.
I protest I am the worst dissembler
In cases of this nature.

Whead.
Alon; look like a man of resolution.
Whither, whither go you?

Cul.
But to the next house to make my Will,
For fear of the worst; tell them I'le be here
Again presently.

Whead.
By no means; if you give 'em the least occasion
To suspect you, they'l appear like Lions.

Cul.
Well, 'tis but giving security for the money;
That will bring me off at last.

Enter Palmer and his Second.
Palm.
I see you ride the Fore-horse, Gentlemen.

[All strip but Cully, who fumbles with his Doublet.
Whead.
Good-morrow, Sir.

Sec.
Come, Sir, let us match the swords.

[To Wheadle.
Whead.
With all my heart.

[They match the Swords.
Palmer
Sings.
He had and a good right Bilbo blade,
Wherewith he us'd to vapour;
Full many a stubborn Foe had made
To wince and cut a caper.

Sec.
Here's your Sword, Sir.

[To Palmer.
Palm.
Come, Sir, are you ready for this sport?

[To Cully.
Cul.
By and by, Sir; I will not rend the buttons from my
Doublet for no mans pleasure.

Whead.
Death, y'ave spoil'd all; make haste.

Cul.
Hang 'em, the Devil eggs 'em on; they will fight.

Palm.
What, will you never have done fumbling?

Sec.
This is a shame; fight him with his Doublet on;
There's no foul play under it.

Palm.
Come, Sir, have at you.

[Making to Cully.
Sec.
Here, here, Sir.

[To Wheadle.
Whead.
I am for you, Sir.

[Wheadle and the Second seem to fight.
Cul.
Hold, hold, I beseech you, Mr Palmer, hear me,
Hear me.

Whead.
What's the matter?

Cul.
My Conscience will not let me fight in a wrong
Cause; I will pay the money, I have fairly lost it.

Whead.
How contemptible is man, overcome by the worst of
Passions, Fear! it makes him as much below Beasts
As Reason raises him above them. I will my self
Fight you both; Come on, if you dare.—

Cul.
Prethee, dear Wheadle, do but hear me.

Whead.
I disown all the kindness I ever had for you:
Where are these men of valour, which owe their
Virtue to this man's Vice? let me go, I will chastise
Their insolence my self.

[Cully holds him.
Cul.
Dear Wheadle, bear with the frailties of
Thy Friend.

Whead.
Death, what wou'd you have me do? can I serve
You with any thing more dear then my life?

Cul.
Let us give them security.

Whead.
Do you know what it is you wou'd do? have you consider'd
What a thousand Pounds is? 'tis a Fortune for any one man.

Cul.
I will pay it all; thou shalt be no loser.

Whead.
Do you hear, Shepherd? how do you expect
This money?

Palm.
I expect such security for it as my friend shall advise.

Sec.
A Warrant to confess a Judgment from you both.

Whead.
You shall be damn'd first; you shall
Have nothing.

Palm. and Sec.
We'l have your bloods.

[They proffer to fight; Cully holds Wheadle.
Whead.
Let me go.

Cul.
Dear Wheadle, let it be so. You shall
Have a Judgment, Gentlemen.

Whead.
I will take care hereafter with whom I engage.
[The Second pulls papers out of his pocket.
What? you have your tackling about you.

Sec.
We have Articles for Peace, as well as Weapons
For War.

Whea.
Dispatch, dispatch then, put me to no more
Torment with delays.

Sec.
Come Sr Nicholas to the Book; you see we are favourable,
We grant you the benefit of your Clergy.—Your
[Cully subscribes on Palmer's back, and then Wheadle.
Helping hand, good Mr Wheadle, to finish the work.

Whead.
Take that into the bargain.

[Kicks him.
Palm.
You shall have another, if you please, at the price.

Sec.
We seldom quarrel under a thousand pounds.

Palm. and Sec.
We wish you merry, Gentlemen.

Palmer
Sings.
Come, let's to the Tavern scape,
And drink whilst we can stand;
We thirst more for the blood o'th'Grape
Then for the blood of man.

[Exeunt Palmer and Second.
Whead.
Do you see now what men of mighty prowess
These are?

Cul.
I was to blame, indeed.

Whead.
I am in such a passion I know not what
To do: Let us not stand gazing here;
I wou'd not have this known for a Kingdom.

Cul.
No, nor I neither.

[Exeunt.

SCEN. VI.

Scene, The Lord Bevill's House.
Enter my Lord Bevil and Lovis.
Lovis.
'Tis yet within your pow'r, Sir, to maintain
Our Honour, and prevent this threatning stain.

L. Bev.
Forbear this wicked insolence: Once more
I charge you think on your Obedience.
[Exit L. Bevill.

Lovis.
Beauty, what art thou, we so much admire!
Thou art no real, but a seeming fire,
Which, like the glow-worm, only cast'st a light
To them whose Reason Passion does benight.
Thou art a Meteor, which but blazing dies,
Made of such vapours as from us arise.
Within thy guilty beams lurk cruel Fates,
To peaceful Families, and warring States.
Unhappy Friend, to doat on what we know—

[Ent. a Servant.
Serv.
Sir, Colonel Bruce, unexpectedly released from
His Imprisonment, is come to wait upon you.
[Exit Servant.

Lovis.
What shall I do! Ye Powers above be kind,
Some counsel give to my distracted mind:
Friendship and shame within me so contend,
I know not how to shun or meet my Friend.

Enter Bruce.
Bruce.
Where is my gen'rous Friend? Oh Noble Youth,
How long have I been rob'd of this content?
[They embrace.
Though deprivation be the greatest pain,
When Heav'n restores our happiness again,
It makes amends by our encrease of joy,
Perfecting that which it did once destroy.
Dear Friend, my love does now exact its due;
Graciana must divide my heart with you:
Conduct me to your Sister, where I may
Make this my morn of Joy a glorious day.
What means this sad astonishment!

Lovis.
How can we chuse but with confusion greet,
When I your Joys with equal Sorrows meet?

Bruce.
O Heav'n! must my afflictions have no end!
I scap'd my Foe, to perish by my Friend.
What strange disaster can produce this grief!
Is Graciana dead? Speak, speak; be brief.

Lovis.
She lives; but I could wish her dead.

Br.
Rash man! why should your envy swell so high,
To wish the world this great calamity?
Wish the whole frame of Nature were dissolv'd;
That all things to a Chaos were revolv'd.
There is more charity in this desire;
Since with our loss, our sorrows wou'd expire.

Enter Aurelia.
Lovis.
Here comes Aurelia, sent for my relief;
Heav'n knows her tongue can best express this grief:
Examine her, and you shall find ere long
I can revenge, though not relate your wrong.

Bruce.
For pity haste, Aurelia, and declare
[Kisses her hand.
The reasons of your Brothers frighting care:
My soul is rack'd with doubts, until I know.
[After a pause.
Your silence and your looks, Aurelia, show
As if your kindness made you bear a part
Of those great sorrows that afflict his heart.

Aurel.
His passion is so noble and so just,
No gen'rous Soul can know it but it must
Lay claim unto a portion, as its due:
He can be thus concern'd for none but you.

Bruce.
Kind Maid, reveal what my misfortunes are;
Friendship must not engross them, though it share.
I wou'd not willingly my Love suspect;
And yet I fear 'tis answer'd with neglect.

Aurel.
My Sister, by unlucky stars misled,
From you and from her happiness is fled;
Unskilful in the way, by passion press'd,
She has took shelter in anothers breast.

Bruce.
Fate, thou hast done thy worst, thy Tryumph sing;
Now thou hast stung so home, th'ast lost thy sting.
I have not power, Graciana, to exclaim
[After a pause.
Against your fault; indeed you are to blame.

Lovis.
Tell me, did she her promise plight, or give
Your love encouragement enough to live?

Bruce.
It was her pity sure, and not her Love,
That made her seem my passion to approve:
My story was unpleasant to her ear
At first; but time had made her apt to hear
My Love: She told me that it grew her grief,
As much as mine, my pain found no relief;
Then promis'd she'd endeavour the decrease
Of that in her which warr'd against my peace.
'Twas in this joyful spring of Love that I
Was ravish'd from her by our enemy:
My hopes grew strong, I banish'd all despair:
These glowing sparks I then left to the care
Of this fair maid, thinking she might inspire
My passion, and blow up the kindling fire.

Lovis.
Alas! she, to my knowledg, has been true;
Sh'as spoke and sigh'd all that she cou'd for you.

Aurel.
When you were forc'd to end, I did proceed,
And with success the catching fire did feed;
Till Noble Beaufort, one unlucky day,
A visit to our Family did pay;
Newly arriv'd from Forreign Courts, and Fraught
With all those Virtues that in Courts are taught:
He with his am'rous Tales so charm'd her ear,
That she of Love from none but him wou'd hear.

Bruce.
That heart which I so long with toyl and pain
Besieg'd, and us'd all stratagems to gain,
[Enter a Servant, and whispers with Lovis.
Is now become within a trice we see
The Tryumph of anothers Victory.
There is a fate in love, as well as war;
Some though less careful more successful are.

Lovis.
Do not this opportunity withstand;
These Lovers now are walking hand in hand
I'th'Garden; fight him there, and sacrifice
His heart to that false Womans cruel eyes:
If fate be so unjust to make thee fall,
His blood or mine shall wait thy Funeral.

Bruce.
Young man, this rashness must have my excuse,
Since 'tis your friendship does your fault produce;
If Powers above did not this passion sway,
But that our Love our Reason did obey,
Your Sister I with Justice might accuse,
Nor wou'd I this occasion then refuse.

Lovis.
Does Bruce resolve thus tamely to decline
His int'rest, and like foolish women pine?
Can that great heart which in your breast does dwell
Let your fond griefs above your courage swell?

Bruce.
My passions grow unruly, and I find
Too soon they'l raise a Tempest in my mind.
Graciana, like fond Parents, y'are to blame
You did not in its youth correct my flame;
'Tis now so head-strong, and so wild a fire,
I fear to both our ruines 'twill conspire:
I grow impatient, Friend, come lead me where
I may to her my injur'd Love declare.
Graciana, yet your heart shall be my Prize,
Or else my heart shall be your Sacrifice.
Despair's the issue of ignoble minds,
And but with Cowards entertainment finds.

[Exeunt Lovis and Bruce.
Aurel.
Heav'n grant some moderation to this rage,
That Reason their swel'd passions may asswage.
Oh, Bruce! thou little think'st the Fates in me
Have to the full reveng'd thy injury.

[Exit.

SCEN. VII.

Scene, A Garden belonging to my Lord Bevill's House.
Enter Beaufort and Graciana.
Beauf.
Madam, what you have told so much must move
All that have sence of Honour or of Love,
That for my Rival I cou'd shed a Tear,
If grief had any pow'r when you are near.

Grac.
Leave this discourse; your Mistress you neglect,
And to your Rival all your thoughts direct.

Enter Bruce and Lovis, and stand undiscover'd.
Beauf.
Forgive me, dear Graciana, I have been
By my compassion sooth'd into a sin.
The holiest man that to the Altar bows
With wand'ring thoughts too often stains his Vows.

Bruce.
Graciana, you are alter'd much, I find;
[Surprising her by the hand.
Sine I was here y'ave learn'd how to be kind.
The god of Love, which subt'ly let you sway,
Has stoln your heart, and taught it to obey.

Grac.
Heav'ns! what strange surprise is this!

Bruce.
Hither I'm come to make my lawful claim;
You are my Mistress, and must own my flame.

Beau.
Forbear, bold man, and do not tempt thy fate;
[Taking her by the other hand.
Thou hast no right, her Love does right create:
Thy Claim must to my Title here give place;
'Tis not who loves, but whom she's pleas'd to grace.

Grac.
Hear me but speak; Bruce, you divide my care;
Though not my Love, you my Compassion share;
My heart does double duty; it does mourn
For you brave Bruce; for you brave Beaufort burn.

Bruce.
Your pity but destroys; if you wou'd save,
It is your Love, Graciana, I must have.

Beauf.
Her Love is mine, she did it now declare;
Name it no more, but vanish and despair.

Bruce.
Death, do you think to conjure me away!
I am no Devil that am forc'd t'obey:
If y'are so good at that, here are such charms
[Laying his hand on his Sword.
Can fright y'into the circle of her arms.

Beauf.
Here is a Sword more fit for my defence;
This is not courage, Bruce, but insolence.
[Grac. takes Beauf. in her arms.
Graciana, let me go, my heart wants room.

Grac.
My arms till now were ne're thought troublesom.

Bruce.
Beaufort, I hope y'ave courage to appear,
Where sacred Sanctuary is not near.
I'le leave you now within that happy state
Which does provoke my fury and my hate.

[Ex. Bru. and Lov.
Grac.
You must not meet him in the field, to prove
A doubtful Combate for my certain Love.
Beside, your heart is mine; will you expose
The heart you gave me to its raging foes?
Those men want Honour who stake that at play
Which to their Friends their kindness gave away.

Beauf.
Graciana, why did you confine me so
Within your arms? you shou'd have let me go:
We soon had finish'd this our hot debate,
Which now must wait a longer time on Fate.

Grac.
None, in combustions blame such sa desire
To save their pretious Goods from raging fire.
Banish this passion now, my Lord, and prove
Your anger cannot overcloud your Love.

Beauf.
Your glorious presence can this rage controul,
And make a calm in my tempestuous soul;
But yet there must be time; the Sun does bear
A while with the fierce tempests of the Air,
Before he make those stormy conflicts cease,
And with his conquering beams proclaims a Peace.

[Exeunt.