'Like a young hound upon a burning fcent: He's gone a harlot hunting. Alph. His foreign breeding might have taught him better. Ped. 'Tis that has taught him this. • What learn our youth abroad, but to refine Alph. You know what reafons urg'd me; • In Torrifmond, o'erwhelm my private ills. "Enter Bertran attended, and whispering with a Courtier afide. Bert. I would not have her think he dar'd to love If he prefumes to own it, fhe's so proud, He tempts his certain ruin. [her ; Alph. [To Ped.] Mark how difdainfully he throws his eyes on us. * Our old imprison'd king wore no fuch looks. • Ped. O, would the General shake off his dotage to th'ufurping Queen, And re-inthrone good venerable Sancho ; I'll underdake, fhould Bertran found his trumpets, • And Torrifmond but whistle through his fingers, He draws his army off. Alph. I told him fo; But had an answer louder than a storm. • Ped. Now plague and pox on his fmock-loyalty; I hate to fee a brave, bold fellow fotted, Made four and fenfelefs, turn'd to whey, by love; 'O, here he comes: what will their greeting be?' But But you, my Lord, are good at a retreat. Bert. Death and hell! Dare to speak thus when you come out again. Ter. My Lords, you are too loud fo near the Queen; You, Torrifmond, have much offended her. 'Tis her command you inftantly appear, To answer your demeanour to the prince. (Exit Terefa; Bertran with his company following her. Tor. O, Pedro! O, Alphonfo! pity me! A grove of pikes, Whofe polifh'd steel from far feverely fhines, Alph. Call up your courage timely to your aid, Leap on your hunters. Speak your actions boldly. Allow'd to praise itself. Ped. Heart, you were hot enough, too hot, but now; Your fury then boil'd upward to a foam : But fince this meffage came, you fink and fettle, As if cold water had been pour'd upon you. Tor. Alas, thou know'st not what it is to love! When we behold an angel, not to fear, Is to be impudent: no, I'm refolv❜d, Like a led victim, to my death I'll go, And, dying, blefs the hand that gave the blow. [Exeunt. The SCENE draws, and fhews the Queen fitting in ftate: Bertran Alanding next her; then Terefa, &c. She rifes, and comes to the front. Qu. [To Ber.] I blame not you, my Lord; my father's will, Your own deferts, and all my people's voice, Bert Ber. He thinks you owe him more than you can pay, And looks as he were lord of human kind. Enter Torrifmond, Alphonfo, and Pedro. Torrismond bows low, then looks earnefily on the Queen, and keeps at diftance. Ter. Madam, the General. Qu. Let me view him well. My father fent him early to the frontiers. I have not often feen him; if I did, He pafs'd unmark'd by my unheeding eyes. By all thefe marks, this is not fure the man. Bert. Yet this is he who fill'd your court with tumult, Qu. Name his offence, my Lord, and he fhall have Bert, 'Tis of fo high a nature, should I speak it, Ped. [Afide.] Now my tongue itches. Qu. All dumb! On your allegiance, Torrismond, Tor. [Kneeling.] O feek not to convince me of a crime Tor. As one condemn'd to leap a precipice, But whither am I going? If to death, Bert. He's mad beyond the cure of Hellebore. The priest to-morrow was to join our hands; Ped. Who ever found a woman's? Backward and forward. The whole fex in every word. In my confcience, when he was getting, her mother was thinking of a riddle. [Exeunt all but the Queen and Terefa. Qu. Hafte, my Teresa, hafte, and call him back. Ter. Whom, Madam? Qu. Him. Fer. Prince Bertran ♪ 2. Torrifiond; There is no other he. Fer: [Afide.] A rifing fun, • Or I am much deceiv'd.' [Exit Terefa Qu. A change fo fwift what heart did ever feel! It rufh'd upon me like a mighty stream, They melted as they fell. Enter Terefa with Torrifmond. Fer. He waits your pleasure. So diftant from my heart............. Qu. 'Tis well; retire-Oh, Heav'ns, that I muft fpeak [Afide. [To [To Tor.] How now! What boldnefs brings you back Tor. I heard 'twas your command. To credit fo unlikely a command. And you return full of the fame prefumption, T'affront me with your love? [again? Tor. If 'tis prefumption, for a wretch condemn'd, A boldness more than this I never knew; Qu. You would infinuate your past fervices, Tor. And who could dare to difavow his crime, Qu. Have you not heard, My father, with his dying voice, bequeath' you, Tor. That, that's the wound! I fee you fet fo high, As no defert or fervices can reach : Good heav'ns, why gave you me a monarch's foul, -But I rave, And, like a giddy bird in dead of night, Fly round the fire that fcorches me to death. But I may give you counfel for your cure. In being mad, which none but madmen know! C 3 And, |