im,
As some god or angel.

_Lys_. That god or angel you and I may be to one another.
We have betwixt us
An hundred men; the citadel you govern:
What were it now to seize the queen?

_Phil_. O impiety! to seize the queen!--
To seize her, said you?

_Lys_. The word might be too rough,--I meant, secure her.

_Phil_. Was this your proposition?--
And had you none to make it to but me?

_Lys_. Pray hear me out, ere you condemn me!--
I would not the least violence were offered
Her person. Two small grants is all I ask;
To make me happy in herself, and you
In your Candiope.

_Cand_. And will not you do this, my Philocles?--
Nay, now my brother speaks but reason.

_Phil_. Interest makes all seem reason, that leads to it.
Interest, that does the zeal of sects create,
To purge a church, and to reform a state.

_Lys_. In short, the queen hath sent to part you two:--
What more she means to her, I know not.

_Phil_. To her, alas!--Why, will not you protect her?

_Lys_. With you I can; but where's my power alone?

_Cand_. You know she loves me not: You lately heard her,
How she insulted over me: How she
Despised that beauty, which you say I have.--
I see, she purposes my death.

_Phil_. Why do you fright me with it?
'Tis in your brother's power to let us 'scape,
And then you run no danger.

_Lys_. True, I may;
But then my head must pay the forfeit of it.

_Phil_. O wretched Philocles! whither would love
Hurry thee headlong?

_Lys_. Cease these exclamations.
There's no danger on your side: 'tis but to
Live without my sister; resolve that,
And you have shot the gulf.

_Phil_. To live without her! Is that nothing, think you?
The damned in hell endure no greater pain,
Than seeing heaven from far with hopeless eyes.

_Cand_. Candiope must die, and die for you:--
See it not unrevenged at least.

_Phil_. Ha, unrevenged! On whom should I revenge it?--
But yet she dies, and I may hinder it?
'Tis I then murder my Candiope:--
And yet, should I take arms against my queen!
That favoured me, raised me to what I am?--
Alas! it must not be.

_Lys_. He cools again.--[_Aside_.
True, she once favoured you;
But now I am informed.
She is besotted on an upstart wretch
So far, that she intends to make him master
Both of her crown and person.

_Phil_. Knows he that!
Then, what I dreaded most is come to pass.--[_Aside_.
I am convinced of the necessity;
Let us make haste to raze
That action from the annals of her rei