t adds one grain of sense.
That duty, which his birth can make his due,
I'll pay, but it shall not be paid by you:
For, if a prince courts her whom I adore,
He is my rival, and a prince no more.

_Lyndar._ And when did I my power so far resign.
That you should regulate each look of mine?

_Abdelm._ Then, when you gave your love, you gave that power.

_Lyndar._ 'Twas during pleasure, 'tis revoked this hour.
Now, call me false, and rail on womankind,--
'Tis all the remedy you're like to find.

_Abdelm._ Yes, there's one more;
I'll hate you, and this visit is my last.

_Lyndar._ Do't, if you can; you know I hold you fast:
Yet, for your quiet, would you could resign
Your love, as easily as I do mine.

_Abdelm._ Furies and hell, how unconcerned she speaks!
With what indifference all her vows she breaks!
Curse on me, but she smiles!

_Lyndar._ That smile's a part of love, and all's your due:
I take it from the prince, and give it you.

_Abdelm._ Just heaven, must my poor heart your May-game prove,
To bandy, and make children's play in love? [_Half crying._
Ah! how have I this cruelty deserved?
I, who so truly and so long have served!
And left so easily! oh cruel maid!
So easily! it was too unkindly said.
That heart, which could so easily remove,
Was never fixed, nor rooted deep in love.

_Lyndar._ You lodged it so uneasy in your breast,
I thought you had been weary of the guest.
First, I was treated like a stranger there;
But, when a household friend I did appear,
You thought, it seems, I could not live elsewhere.
Then, by degrees, your feigned respect withdrew;
You marked my actions, and my guardian grew.
But I am not concerned your acts to blame:
My heart to yours but upon liking came;
And, like a bird, whom prying boys molest,
Stays not to breed, where she had built her nest.

_Abdelm._ I have done ill,
And dare not ask you to be less displeased;
Be but more angry, and my pain is eased.

_Lyndar._ If I should be so kind a fool, to take
This little satisfaction which you make,
I know you would presume some other time
Upon my goodness, and repeat your crime.

_Abdelm._ Oh never, never, upon no pretence;
My life's too short to expiate this offence.

_Lyndar._ No, now I think on't, 'tis in vain to try;
'Tis in your nature, and past remedy.
You'll still disquiet my too loving heart:
Now we are friends 'tis best for both to part. [_He takes her hand._

_Abdelm._ By this--Will you not gi