 nation, over which
    Kings rule but at the courtesy of time.

    +Queen.+ You are too bold; and I must tell your pride,
    It swells to insolence: for, were your nature
    Not hood-wink'd by your interest, you would praise
    The virtue of his courage, who took arms
    To an injur'd lady's rescue.

    +Dec.+ 'Twas ambition,
    Greedy to make advantage of that breach
    Between you and your people, arm'd Castile.
    Unpitied else you might have wept away
    The hours of your restraint.

    +Queen.+ Poor erring man!
    Could thy arts raise a tempest blacker yet,
    Such as would fright thyself, it could not for
    One moment cloud the splendour of my soul,
    Misfortune may benight the wicked; she,
    Who knows no guilt, can sink beneath no fear.

    +Dec.+ Your majesty mistakes the humble aim
    Of my address. I come not to disturb
    Th' harmonious calm your soul enjoys: may pleasure
    Live there enthron'd, till you yourself shall woo
    Death to enlarge it! May felicities,
    Great as th' ideas of philosophy,
    Wait still on your delight! May fate conspire
    To make you rich and envied!

    +Queen.+ Pray, my lord,
    Explain the riddle. By the cadence of
    Your language, I could guess you have intents
    Far gentler than your actions.

    +Dec.+ If your care,
    Great madam, would convey into your heart
    The story of my love: my love, a flame----

    +Queen.+ Leave off this history of love and flame,
    And honestly confess your fears, my lord,
    Lest Castile should correct you.

    +Dec.+ Correct me!
    No, madam, I have forc'd them t' a retreat,
    And given my fine young general cause to wish
    He had not left his amorous attempts
    On ladies to assault our city.

    +Queen.+ But he is not wounded?

    +Dec.+ Not to death, perhaps;
    But certainly w' have open'd him a vein,

nation, over which 
     Kings rule but at the courtesy of time. 

     + Queen.+ You are excessively bluff; and I must tell your pride, 
     It swells to insolence: for, were your nature 
     Not hood - wink'd by your sake, you would praise 
     The merit of his courage, who took arms 
     To an injur'd lady's rescue. 

     + Dec.+' Twas ambition, 
     Greedy to induce advantage of that breach 
     Between you and your people, arm'd Castile. 
     Unpitied else you might have wept away 
     The hours of your chasteness. 

     + Queen.+ Poor erring homo! 
     Could thy art raise a tempest blacker so far, 
     Such as would fright thyself, it could not for 
     One moment overcast the splendour of my soul, 
     Misfortune may benight the wicked; she, 
     Who know no guilt, can sink beneath no fear. 

     + Dec.+ Your majesty mistakes the base aim 
     Of my savoir-faire. I come not to disturb 
     Th' harmonious calm your soul enjoy: may pleasure 
     Live there enthron'd, till you yourself shall woo 
     Death to enlarge it! May felicities, 
     Great as th' ideas of doctrine, 
     expect even on your delight! May fate conspire 
     To make you rich and envied! 

     + Queen.+ Pray, my lord, 
     Explain the riddle. By the cadence of 
     Your language, I could think you have intents 
     Far easy than your actions. 

     + Dec.+ If your care, 
     Great madam, would bring into your heart 
     The story of my love: my love, a flame---- 

     + Queen.+ forget off this history of love and flame, 
     And honestly confess your fears, my lord, 
     Lest Castile should adjust you. 

     + Dec.+ Correct me! 
     No, madam, I have forc'd them t' a retreat, 
     And given my all right young cosmopolitan cause to wish 
     He had not left his amorous attempts 
     On ladies to assault our city. 

     + Queen.+ But he is not injure? 

     + Dec.+ Not to death, perhaps; 
     But certainly w' have open'd him a vein,
 nahion, over which
    Kings rule but at thg xourtevy of fime.

    +Dueen.+ You are too bold; and I myst ttjl your pride,
    Ig swells no insolebce: hor, were your navhre
    Kjt hkld-wiuk'v by your intergst, you woulg praise
    Tha xixtue of his courage, who took arms
    To an onuur'd lady's ressue.

    +Ded.+ 'Twas ambition,
    Greedy to make zdvantaje of that breavh
    Between you and your peoole, arm'd Castile.
    Unpitied gmse tou might haxe wept away
    The hoors of your restraint.

    +Queen.+ Puor exring man!
    Xoupg thy arts caise w tempest blacker yed,
    Suvh as would frlght vhyswlf, it could not for
    One moment clouq the splanbour of my soul,
    Miwfirtung may benktht tht wmcksd; she,
    Who knows no guilt, cqn sink beneath no gewg.

    +Dec.+ Your majesey mistakes the humble aim
    Of my addrevs. J come not to disturb
    Th' harmonious calm iour soul qnjoys: may pleasure
    Live there enthron'd, till ymu yonrrely shalu wlo
    Death to enlarge it! May felicities,
    Gwsau ax th' ideas of ihilosophy,
    Wait shikj on your delkght! Mcg rate conspire
    Tl make iou rixh and endied!

    +Queen.+ Pray, my lord,
    Ezplain the rpddlw. By the cadence oy
    Your lauguage, I coild guess you have inteuts
    Far gentleg than yohf actions.

    +Dec.+ If ymur care,
    Great madam, wotld conveb intp your fearj
    Thq story of my love: my love, a flame----

    +Qoeen.+ Laave off tjis history of love and flame,
    And honestly cmnfvss your years, ky lord,
    Left Castile shoold correet you.

    +Dec.+ Cogrect me!
    No, madam, I have forc'd jhem t' a retrxat,
    Anq gicen ny fine houng general vause to cnsh
    He had not left his emoruhs attempts
    In oadies to assaukt uur cpty.

    +Queen.+ But ha is nog wounaed?

    +Dec.+ Kot to ceath, perhaps;
    But cerfainly w' have open'c mim a veib,

nation, over which Kings rule but at of +Queen.+ You too bold; and It to insolence: for, your nature Not by your interest, you would praise virtue of his courage, who took arms To an injur'd lady's rescue. +Dec.+ ambition, Greedy to make advantage of that breach Between you and your people, Castile. else might wept away The hours of your restraint. +Queen.+ Poor erring man! Could thy arts raise a blacker yet, Such as would fright thyself, it not for One moment the splendour of my soul, may the wicked; Who no can sink beneath fear. +Dec.+ Your majesty mistakes the humble aim Of my address. I come not to disturb Th' calm your may pleasure there till yourself shall woo enlarge it! May felicities, Great as philosophy, Wait still on your delight! May fate To make rich and envied! +Queen.+ Pray, my Explain the riddle. By the cadence of Your I could guess you have intents Far gentler than your actions. +Dec.+ If your care, would convey into your The story of love: love, flame---- Leave off history of love and flame, And honestly confess your fears, my Lest Castile should correct you. +Dec.+ Correct me! No, madam, forc'd t' a retreat, given my fine young cause wish He had not amorous On our +Queen.+ he is not wounded? Not to death, perhaps; But w' have open'd him
 nation, over which
    Kings rule bUt at the couRtesy Of tIme.

    +quEen.+ YOu arE too bold; and I muST telL your pride,
    It swells to inSolenCe: FOr, weRE yOur naTure
    Not HOoD-WInk'D bY yOur InTErEst, yoU woUld praiSe
    The virtuE of HiS courage, who tOOk Arms
    To an inJur'D lady's rescue.

    +dec.+ 'twas amBiTioN,
    greedY to Make aDvantaGE of thaT breach
    BeTwEEn you aND your peOPLe, Arm'd castile.
    Unpitied elSE yOU might have wept Away
    ThE hOUrS OF yoUr rEstraint.

    +QuEeN.+ Poor ERring maN!
    coULD Thy ARts raise a tempEst blacker yET,
    SuCh as woUlD frIGht thySelf, iT cOUld Not for
    One moMent Cloud the sPlendoUR of my soUL,
    MisforTune maY beNigHt thE WiCkEd; sHe,
    wHo kNOwS no GUilT, can sink BeNeAth no Fear.

    +dEC.+ yOur mAjeSty mIstakEs the humble aiM
    Of My adDResS. I comE not tO disTuRb
    Th' hArmoniOus caLm Your soul enjoys: mAy plEasure
    LivE thErE enThRon'd, tILl you yOurSelF shall wOo
    Death TO enLaRGE It! may felicities,
    Great As TH' IdEas of phiLosophY,
    waIt STill on yoUr DelIght! mAY fate ConsPIrE
    To make yOu rich ANd EnVied!

    +QueEn.+ pray, my LoRd,
    EXplAin thE RiddLe. By thE cadence Of
    YouR Language, I could GUess you have inTEnTS
    faR GentLer Than your actIons.

    +dEc.+ If Your CArE,
    GrEAt madAm, wouLd COnVEy into your heart
    The sToRy of my Love: mY love, a flame----

    +QuEen.+ Leave ofF THIs historY of lOVe ANd flame,
    And honeStly cOnfess your FEars, my loRd,
    LesT Castile Should corRECt you.

    +Dec.+ corRecT me!
    no, mADAm, i have forc'd theM T' A retReAt,
    And giVen My fine yOunG geNerAl cAuSe to wish
    HE had not lEfT hIs AmOroUs attEMpts
    On laDiEs tO aSsaUlt ouR City.

    +QuEen.+ BuT he iS nOt WOunDed?

    +Dec.+ NOT tO DEath, PeRhAps;
    BUt cErTainlY w' haVE opEn'd him a Vein,

 nation, over which
    Ki ngs rule b ut at  th e c ou rtes y of  time.

    +Q u een. + You are too bold; an d I m us t  tel l  y our p ride,
 I t  sw el ls  to  i n so lence : f or, wer e your nat ure 
   Not hood- w in k'd by you r i nterest, you  wo uld pr ai se   Th e v irtue  of hi s  coura ge, who t oo k  arms   To a n in jur' d lady's rescue.  +Dec.+ 'Twasambiti on , 
 Gr eed y to makead vanta g e of th a tb r e ach     Between y ou and your peo ple, a rm 'dC astile .
   U n pit ied else yo u mi ght havewept a w ay
   T he hour s of y our  re stra i nt .
  + Que e n. + P o orerring m an !    C ould t h y  art s r aise  a te mpest blacker  ye t,
  S uch a s wou ld f ri ght t hyself , itco uld not for
   One  moment c lou dthe  s plend o ur ofmysou l,
   Misfort u nema y b en ight the wicked; s he ,    Who kn ows no gu il t , can si nk  be neat h no fe ar.   +Dec.+  Yourm aj es ty mist ak es the  h umb leaim
  Of  my ad dress. I  come not to disturb     Th' harmo n io u s  c a lm y our  soul enjoy s: m a y pl easu r e  Livethere  e n th r on'd, till you your se lf sha ll wo o
    Death t o enlargei t !  May fel icit i es , 
    Great asth' i deas of ph i losophy, 
   Wait sti ll on you r delight!  Ma y f ate  co n s pi re
    To mak e youri ch andenv ied!

  +Qu een .+Pr ay, my lo rd,
   Ex pl ai nthe  ridd l e. By th ecad en ceof
  Yourlangu age,  I  c o uld  guessy ou h avein te nts   F ar ge ntle r  th an your  actions. 

  +D ec .+  If you r care,
    G re at madam,wo uld  conve y into you r heart
    The story o f  my lov e:my lo ve,a flame-- --
    + Que e n.+ Le ave of f thi shis t o ry of l ov e a nd  flame,
 And  hone st ly c onfessyour fears, my lor d ,
   Lest Casti leshou l d  c orr e ct you .  + Dec.+ Correct m e!
    No,  m a da m, I havef orc 'd  them t ' a ret reat,     And  given my  fine you ng  gen e r alcause to w ish
   He had no t  left hi s amo rou s atte mp ts    O n ladi e s t o ass ault o ur  city. 

   + Queen.+But he is not wounded?
    + Dec.+  No t to deat h,p erh aps;
   Butcertainlyw'hav e ope n'd him a  vei n ,
 nation,_over which
_   Kings_rule but_at_the courtesy_of_time.

  _ +Queen.+ You_are too bold; and_I must tell_your_pride,
    It swells to insolence: for, were your nature
  __Not hood-wink'd_by_your_interest, you would praise
 _  The virtue of_his courage,_who took arms
    To an_injur'd_lady's rescue.

 _  +Dec.+ 'Twas ambition,
    Greedy_to make advantage of that breach
_  _Between_you_and your people, arm'd_Castile.
    Unpitied else_you might have wept away
 _  The hours of your restraint.

_   +Queen.+ Poor erring_man!
    Could_thy arts_raise a tempest blacker yet,
_  _Such as_would fright thyself,_it could not for
  _ One moment_cloud the splendour of my soul,
__  Misfortune_may_benight_the wicked;_she,
  __Who knows_no_guilt, can sink beneath no fear.

__  +Dec.+ Your majesty mistakes the_humble aim
  __Of my address. I_come not to disturb
 _  Th' harmonious calm your_soul enjoys:_may pleasure
_   Live there enthron'd, till you yourself shall woo
_   Death to enlarge_it! May felicities,
 _ _Great_as th' ideas_of_philosophy,
 _  Wait still on your delight!_May fate_conspire
    To make_you rich and envied!

__  +Queen.+ Pray, my lord,
_   Explain the riddle._By the cadence of
 ___Your language, I could guess_you have intents
   _Far gentler than_your actions.

    +Dec.+ If_your_care,
    Great madam,_would_convey into your heart
  __The_story of my love: my_love, a flame----

   _+Queen.+ Leave off this history of love and flame,
_  _And honestly confess your fears,_my_lord,
_   Lest Castile should correct you.

  _ +Dec.+_Correct me!
 _  No, madam, I have forc'd them t' a_retreat,
    And given my_fine young general cause to wish
    He had_not left his amorous attempts
   _On ladies to assault our city.

 _  +Queen.+ But_he_is not wounded?

    +Dec.+_Not_to_death,_perhaps;
  _ But certainly_w' have open'd_him a_vein,
