LIP.

Still I'll endeavour to deserve your Praise,
Nor long delay the Honour you propose.

CHEKITAN.

But this will interfere with your Design,
And oversets the Scheme of winning Hendrick.

PHILIP.

Ah true--and kills your Hope--This Man 's in Love. [_To TENESCO._

TENESCO.

Indeed! In Love with whom? King Hendrick's Daughter?

PHILIP.

The same; and I've engag'd to win her Father.

TENESCO.

This may induce him to espouse our Cause,
Which likewise you engag'd should be effected.

PHILIP.

But then I can't command as was propos'd,
I must resign that Honour to this Lover,
While I conduct and form this double Treaty.

TENESCO.

I am content if you but please yourselves
By Means and Ways not hurtful to the Public.

CHEKITAN.

Was not the Public serv'd, no private Ends
Would tempt me to detain him from the Field,
Or in his stead propose myself a Leader;
But every Power I have shall be exerted:
And if in Strength or Wisdom I should fail,
I dare presume you'll ever find me faithful.

TENESCO.

I doubt it not--You'll not delay your Charge;
The Troops are all impatient for the Battle.
[_Exeunt TENESCO and PHILIP._

CHEKITAN [_solus_].

This is not to my Mind--But I must do it--
If Philip heads the Troops, my Hopes are blown--
I must prepare, and leave the Event to Fate
And him--'Tis fix'd--There is no other Choice;
Monelia I must leave, and think of Battles--
She will be safe--But, Oh! the Chance of War--
Perhaps I fall--and never see her more--
This shocks my Soul in spite of Resolution--
The bare Perhaps is more than Daggers to me--
To part for ever! I'd rather stand against
Embattled Troops than meet this single Thought;
A Thought in Poison dipp'd and pointed round;
Oh! how it pains my doubting trembling Heart!
I must not harbour it--My Word is gone--
My Honour calls--and, what is more, my Love.
[_Noise of MONELIA striving behind the scene._
What Sound is that?--It is Monelia's Voice;
And in Distress--What Monster gives her Pain?
[_Going towards the sound, the Scene opens and discovers the
PRIEST with her._

SCENE II. _MONELIA and PRIEST._

CHEKITAN.

What do I see? The holy Priest is with her.

MONELIA.

[_Struggling with the PRIEST, and trying to disengage herself._]

No, I would sooner die than be dishonour'd--
Cut my own Throat, or drown me in the Lake.

PRIEST.

Do you love I