• Where fins are judg'd, will damn the tempting devil, More deep than thofe he tempted.' Bert. If princes not protect their ministers, What man will dare to ferve them? Qu. None will dare To ferve them ill, when they are left to laws; As, fhould a common foldier fculk behind, Ped. [Afide.] Well faid, i'faith. This fpeech is e'en too good for an ufurper. Qu. From my fight! The prince who bears an infolence like this, I will not fall, nor fingle. Qu. [To Ray. who kiffes her hand.] I faw you not before: one honeft lord [Exit cum fuis. Welcome, wel[come; Is hid with ease among a crowd of courtiers; How can I be too grateful to the father Of fuch a fon as Torrifmond? Ray. His actions were but duty. Qu. Yet, my Lord, All have not paid that debt, like noble Torrifiond. Of which, your fon can witness, I am free ; C I fent to stop the murder, but too late; F 3 The The bloody Bertran, diligent in ill, Flew to prevent the foft returns of pity. Qu. Never, never: 'Tis written here in characters fo deep, That seven years hence (till then should I not meet him) And in the temple then, I'll drag him thence, Ev'n from the holy altar to the block. Ray. [Afide.] She's fir'd, as I would with her. Aid me, Juftice, As all my ends are thine, to gain this point; And ruin both at once. It wounds indeed, [To her. To bear affronts, too great to be forgiven, And not have power to punish. 22. O, there's none; Yet one way • Except an hoft from Heaven can make such hafte To fome bold man, whofe loyalty you trust, Qu. Grofs feeders, lion-talkers, lamb-like fighters. Qu. There may be danger, in that boift'rous rout: Who knows, when fires are kindled for my foes,. But some new blast of wind may turn thofe flames Againit my palace-walls? Ray. But fill their chief Muft be fome one, whofe loyalty you truß. Qu. And who more proper for that trust than you, Ray. [Afide to Alph. and Ped.] Firft seize Bertran, Their lawful prince to place upon the throne. Ray. Fear not: I can produce him. • Ped. [To Alph.] Now we want your fon Lorenzo what a mighty faction 'Would he make for us of the city wives, [Exit. Ray. [Afide.] So, now we have a plot behind the plot; She thinks, fhe's in the depth of my defign, And that it's all for her; but time shall show, She only lives to help me ruin others, And laff, to fall herself. Qu. Now to you, Raymond: can you guess no reason Why I repofe fuch confidence in you? You needs must think, There's fome more powerful caufe than loyalty: Will you not fpeak, to fave a lady's blush? Muft I inform you, 'tis for Torrifmond, That all this grace is fhewn? Ray. [Afide.] By all the powers, worfe, worse than what I fear'd. Qu. And yet, what need I blush at fuch a choice. ⚫ Yet think fo vast a treasure as your fon, Too great for any private man's poffeffion; In vulgar metal, or for vulgar use. • What exercise of patience have you here? OF 'Or in my perfon loath'd? Have I, a queen, Pafs'd by my fellow-rulers of the world, Whofe vying crowns lays glittering in my way, As if the world were pav'd with diadems? • Have I refus'd their blood, to mix with yours, And raife new kingdoms from fo obfcure a race, Fate fcarce knew where to find them when I call'd? "Have I heap'd on my perfon, crown and state, To load the fcale, and weigh'd myself with earth, For you to spurn the balance ? 'Ray. Bate the last, and 'tis what I would fay: Can I, can any loyal fubject, fee bed; With patience fuch a stoop from fovereignty, Guide with your breath this whirling tempeft round, At laft a time for juft revenge is given; ◄ But man, unlike his Maker, bears too long; • Great in forgiving, and in fuffering brave, Enter Enter Torrifmond, who kneels to him. But doubly now! You come in fuch a time, To fwell my tide of joys to their full height, Ray. I hope I come in time, if not to make, Tor. Fortune cannot, And Fate can fcarce; I've made the port already, That wanted wings to reach me in the deep. Tor. I fee no danger; The city, army, court efpoufe my caufe, And, more than all, the Queen, with public favour, Ray. Nay, if poffeffing her can make you happy, 'Tis granted, nothing hinders your defign. • Tor. If the can make me bleft? fhe only can : And doubt you if fuch love can make me happy? Ray. Yes, for I think you love your honour more. Ter |