Orfa. Here's one rides two Miles about, while another leaps a Ditch and is in before him.

Phi. Where note the indirect way's the nearest.
Orfa. Good again

Phi. And here's another puts on, and falls into a Quagmire, (that is) follows the Court 'till he has spent all (for your Court Quagmire is want of Mony) there a Man is fure to stick, and then not one helps him out, if they do not laugh at him.

I Court. What think you of him, that hunts after my Rate, and never fees the Deer?

2 Court. Why he is like fome young Fellow, that follows The Court, and never fees the King.

Orfa. To Spur a Horfe 'till he is tir'd, is

Phi. To importune a Friend 'till he be weary of you. Orfa. For then, upon the firft occafion, y'are thrown off, As I was now.

Phi. This is nothing to the catching of your Horse, Orfames.

Orfa. Thou fay'ft true, I think he is no tranfmigrated Philofopher, and therefore not likely to be taken with Morals. Gentlemen, your help---- the next I hope will Be yours, and then 'twill be my turn[Exeunt. Enter again, Marryed, Therfames, Aglaura, and Prieft. Ther. Fear not, my Dear; if when Love's Diet Was bare Looks, and thefe ftoln too,

He yet did thrive; what then

Will he do now, when every Night will be
A Feaft, and every Day fresh Revelry?

Agl. Will he not furfeit, when he once fhall come
To groffer Fare, my Lord, and fo grow fick?
And Love once fick, how quickly will it dye?
Ther. Ours cannot; 'tis as immortal as the things
That elemented it, which were our Souls:
Nor can they e'er impair in Health, for what
These holy Rites do warrant us to do,

More than our Bodies wou'd for quenching thirst.
Come let's to Horfe, we shall be mist,

For

For we are Envy's Mark, and Court Eyes carry far. Your Prayers and Silence, Sir--- [To the Prieft.] [Exeunt. Enter Ariafpes and Iolas.

Ari. If it fucceed, I wear thee here, my Iolas-
Iolas. If it fucceed? will Night fucceed the Day?
Or Hours one to another? is not his Luft

The Idol of his Soul? and was not she
The Idol of his Luft? as fafely he might
Have ftoln the Diadem from off his Head,
And he wou'd lefs have miss'd it.

You now, my Lord, must raise his Jealoufie,
Teach it to look through the falfe Optick Fear,
And make it fee all double: Tell him the Prince
Wou'd have thus prefum'd, but that he does
Intend worse yet; and that his Crown and Life
Will be the next Attempt.

Ari. Right; and I will urge

How dangerous 'tis unto the present State,
To have the Creatures and their Followers
Of the next Prince (whom now all strive to please)
Too near about him.

Iolas. What if the Malecontents that use

To come unto him were discovered?

Ari. By no means, for 'twere in vain to give Him difcontent (which too muft needs be done) If they within him gav't not nourishment.

Iolas. Well, I'll away firft, for the Print's too big
If we be seen together-
Exit.
Ari. I have fo fraught this Bark with hope, that it
Dares venture now in any Storm, or Weather;
And if he Sink or Split, all's one to me.
"Ambition feems all things, and yet is none,
"But in difguife stalks to Opinion

"And fools it into Faith, for every thing:
'Tis not with the afcending to a Throne:
As 'tis with Stairs, and Steps, that are the fame;
For to a Crown, each Humour's a Degree;
And as Men change, and differ, fo muft we.

The

The name of Virtue doth the People pleafe,
Not for their Love to Virtue, but their Eafe,
And Parrot Rumour I that Tale have taught.
By making Love I hold the Woman's Grace,
'Tis the Court double Key, and entrance gets
To all the little Plots. The fiery Spirits
My Love to Arms hath drawn into my Faction;
All, but the minion of the Time, is mine,
And he shall be, or shall not be at all.
He that beholds a Wing in pieces torn.
And knows not that to Heav'n it once did bear
The high-flown and felf-lefs'ning Bird, will think
And call them idle Subjects of the Wind:
When he that has the Skill to imp and bind
These in right places, will thus Truth discover;
That borrow'd' Inftruments do oft convey
The Soul to her propos'd Intents, and where
Our Stars deny, Art may fupply.

[Exit.

Enter Semanthe, Orithie, Orfames, and Philan.

Sem. Think you it is not then

The little Jealoufies, my Lord, and Fears,

Joy mixt with Doubt, and Doubt reviv'd with Hope, That Crowns all Love with Pleasure? these are loft When once we come to full Fruition;

Like waking in the Morning, when all Night

Our Fancy has been fed with fome new ftrange Delight.
Orfa. I grant you, Madam, that the Fears and Joys,
Hopes and Defires, mixt with Despairs and Doubts,
Do make the Sport in Love; that they are
The very Dogs by which we hunt the Hare:
But as the Dogs would ftop, and ftraight give o'er
Were it not for the little thing before;

So wou'd our Paffions; both alike must be
Flesh'd in the Chafe.

Ori. Will you then place the Happiness, but there, Where the dull Plow-man, and the Plow-man's Horse Can find it out? Shall Souls refin'd not know

How to preferve alive a noble Flame,

But let it Die, burn out to Appetite?

Sem. Love's a Camelion, and would live on Air,
Phyfick for Agues, ftarving is his Food.

Órfa. Why there's it now! a greater Epicure
Lives not on Earth? my Lord and I have been
In's Privy Kitchin, feen his Bills of Fare
Sem. And how, and how, my Lord?

Orfa. A mighty Prince,

And full of Curiofity

Harts newly flain

Serv'd up intire, and ftuck with little Arrows.
In ftead of Cloaves

Phi. Sometimes a Chick plumpt up

With Broth, with Cream, and Claret mingled
For Sauce, and round about the Dish

Pomegranate Kernels, ftrew'd on Leaves of Lillies.
Orfa. Then will he have black Eyes, for those of late
He feeds on much, and for variety

The

gray

Phi. You forget his cover'd Dishes

Of Jene-ftrays, and Marmalade of Lips,

Perfum'd by Breath fweet as the Beans firft Bloffoms.
Sem. Rare!

And what's the Drink to all this Meat, my Lord?
Orfa. Nothing but Pearl diffolv'd, Tears ftill fresh fetch'd
From Lover's Eyes, which if they come to be
Warm in the Carriage, are ftreight cool'd with Sighs.
Sem. And all this rich Proportion perchance

We would allow him:

Orfa. True! but therefore this is but his common Diet ; Only ferves

When his chief Cooks, Liking and Opportunity,
Are out o'the way; for when he feafts indeed,
'Tis there, where the wife People of the World
Did place the Virtues, i'th' middle

-Madam.

Ori. My Lord, there is fo little hope we shou'd convert

And if we fhou'd, fo little got by it,

That we'll not lofe fo much upon't as Sleep.

Your Lordship's Servants

(you,

Orfa. Nay,Ladies, we'll wait upon you to your Chambers.

Phi. Prithee let's fpare the Compliment, we shall do no

Orf. By this Hand I'll try.

(good.

They keep me fafting, and I must be praying.

[Exeunt.

Aglaura undreffing of her felf, Iolina.

It was the longest Day, this

Enter Therfames.

Ther. Softly, as Death it felf comes on,

When it does fteal away the fick Man's Breath,
And Standers by perceive it not,

Have I trod the Way unto thefe Lodgings.
How wifely do those Powers

That give us Happines, order it?

Sending us ftill Fears to bound our Joys,

Which clfe wou'd overflow and lose themselves.

See where fhe fits,

Like Day retir'd into another World.

Dear mine! where all the Beauty Man admires
In fcatter'd Pieces, does united lye;

Where Sense does feaft, and yet where sweet Defire
Lives in its longing, like a Mifer's Eye,

That never knew, nor faw Satiety;

Tell me, by what Appoaches muft I come
To take in what remains of my Felicity?

Agl. Needs there any new ones, where the Breach Is made already? you are entred here

Long fince, Sir, here, and I have given up all.

Ther. All but the Fort; and in fuch Wars as these, "Till that be yielded up, there is no Peace, Nor Triumph to be made. Come! undo, undo, And from thefe envious Clouds flide quick Into Love's proper Sphere, thy Bed. The weary Traveller, whom the bufie Sun Hath vext all Day, and scorch'd almost to Tinder, Ne'er long'd for Night as I have long'd for this. What rude Hand is that? One knocks baftily Go Jolina, fee, but let none enter ---[Iolina goes to the Door