th sides love.

_Ast_. Methinks the least you can, is to receive
This love with reverence, and your former leave.

_Phil_. Think but what difficulties come between!

_Ast_. 'Tis wondrous difficult to love a queen.

_Phil_. For pity, cease more reasons to provide,
I am but too much yielding to your side;
And, were my heart but at my own dispose,
I should not make a scruple now to chuse.

_Ast_. Then if the queen will my advice approve,
Her hatred to you shall expel her love.

_Phil_. Not to be loved by her as hard would be,
As to be hated by Candiope.

_Ast_. I leave you to resolve while you have time;
You must be guilty, but may chuse your crime.
[_Exit_ ASTERIA.

_Phil_. One thing I have resolved; and that I'll do,
Both for my love, and for my honour too;
But then (ingratitude and falsehood weighed),
I know not which would most my soul upbraid.
Fate shoves me headlong down a rugged way;
Unsafe to run, and yet too steep to stay.
[_Exit_ PHIL.

ACT V.

SCENE I.--_The Court_.

FLORIMEL _in man's habit_.

_Flor_. 'Twill be rare now, if I can go through with it, to outdo
this mad Celadon in all his tricks, and get both his mistresses from
him; then I shall revenge myself upon all three, and save my own stake
into the bargain; for I find I do love the rogue, in spite of all his
infidelities. Yonder they are, and this way they must come. If clothes
and a _bon mien_ will take them, I shall do it.--Save you,
Monsieur Florimel! Faith, me thinks you are a very janty fellow,
_poudre et ajuste_, as well as the best of 'em. I can manage
the little comb; set my hat, shake my garniture, toss about my empty
noddle, walk with a courant slur, and at every step peck down my
head: If I should be mistaken for some courtier now, pray where's the
difference?

_Enter, to her,_ CELADON, OLINDA, _and_ SABINA.

_Olin_. Never mince the matter!

_Sab_. You have left your heart behind with Florimel; we know it.

_Cel_. You know you wrong me: when I am with Florimel, 'tis still
your prisoner, it only draws a longer chain after it.

_Flo_. Is it e'en so! then farewell, poor Florimel! thy
maidenhead is condemned to die with thee.

_Cel_. But let's leave this discourse; 'tis all digression, that
does not speak of your beauties.

_Flo_. Now for me, in the name of impudence!--[_Comes
forward_.] They are the greatest beauties, I confess, that ever I
beheld--

_Cel_. How now, what's the meaning of this young fellow?