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ell, 'tis well thou art none of the most beautiful, I should swear the Prince had some designs on thee else. _Clo._ Yes, _Guilliam_, since thou hast been so faithful, I dare assure thee _Lucia_ shall be thine. [_Clo._ speaks aside to _Guil._ _Guil._ bows. _Fred._ Come, my fair _Cloris_, and invest thy self In all the Glories which I lately promis'd: --And, Ladies, you'll attend her to the Court, And share the Welcomes which the Duke provides her; Where all the Sallies of my flattering Youth Shall be no more remember'd, but as past. Since 'tis a Race that must by Man be run, I'm happy in my Youth it was begun; It serves my future Manhood to improve, Which shall be sacrific'd to War and Love. _Curtain Falls._ EPILOGUE, Spoken by _Cloris_. Ladies, the Prince was kind at last, But all the Danger is not past; I cannot happy be till you approve My hasty condescension to his Love. 'Twas want of Art, not Virtue, was my Crime; And that's, I vow, the Author's Fault, not mine. She might have made the Women pitiless, But that had harder been to me than this: She might have made our Lovers constant too, A Work which Heaven it self can scarcely do; But simple Nature never taught the way To hide those Passions which she must obey. E'en humble Cottages and Cells, Where Innocence and Virtue dwells, Than Courts no more secure can be From Love and dangerous Flattery. Love in rural Triumph reigns, As much a God amongst the Swains, As if the Sacrifices paid Were wounded Hearts by Monarchs made: And this might well excuse th' Offence, If it be so to love a Prince. But, Ladies, 'tis your Hands alone, And not his Power, can raise me to a Throne; Without that Aid I cannot reign, But will return back to my Flocks again. _Guilliam_ advances. _Guil._ How, go from Court! nay, zay not zo. Hear me but speak before you go: Whoy zay the Leadies should refuse ye, The Bleads I'm sure would better use ye-- So long as ye are kind and young, I know they'll clap ye right or wrong. * * * * * * * * * NOTES: The Amorous Prince NOTES ON THE TEXT. +Dramatis Personae+ p. 123 _Dramatis Personae._ I have added to the list '_Salvator_, Father to _Lorenzo_ and _Laura_.' 'Ismena' is spelled 'Ismenia' throughout by 1724. +ACT I: Scene i+ p. 124,
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