Volume Iv Part 37 (2/2)

_Luc._ No, not a Mouse stirs yet; I have kept a true Watch all this Night, for I was cruelly afraid Lest we should have been surpriz'd-- Is the Prince gone? but why do I ask, That may read it in your sad Looks?

_Clo._ Yes, he is gone, and with him too has taken-- [Sighs.

_Luc._ What has he taken? I'll swear you frighten me.

_Clo._ My heart, _Lucia_.

_Luc._ Your Heart, I am glad 'tis no worse.

_Clo._ Why, what dost think he should have taken?

_Luc._ A thing more hard to have been Recovered again.

_Clo._ What thing, prithee?

_Luc._ Your Maiden-head.

_Clo._ What's that?

_Luc._ A thing young Gallants long extremely for, And when they have it too, they say They care not a Daisy for the Giver.

_Clo._ How comest thou so wise, _Lucia_?

_Luc._ Oh, the fine Gentleman that comes a-nights With the Prince, told me so much, and bid me Be sure never to part with it for fine Words; For Men would lye as often as they swore; And so bid me tell you too.

_Clo._ Oh _Lucia_!

_Luc._ Why do you sigh?

_Clo._ To think if Princes were like common Men, How I should be undone, Since I have given him all I had to give; And who that looks on him can blame my Faith?

_Luc._ Indeed he surpa.s.ses _Damon_ far; But I'ad forgot my self, you are the Prince's Wife; He said you should be kneel'd to, and ador'd, And never look'd on but on Holy-days: That many Maids should wait upon your call, And strow fine Flowers for you to tread upon.

Musick and Love should daily fill your Ears, And all your other Senses should be ravish'd With wonders of each kind great as your Beauty.

_Clo._ _Lucia_, methinks you have learnt to speak fine things.

_Luc._ I have a thousand more I've heard him say; Oh, I could listen a whole Night to hear him talk: But hark, I hear a Noise, the House is up, And must not find us here.

_Clo._ Lock up this Box of Jewels for me.

_Luc._ Oh rare! what, did these come to night?

_Clo._ Yes, yes, away.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II. A Grove.

Enter _Curtius_ and _Pietro_.

_Cur._ I wonder the Prince stays so long; I do not like these Night-works; Were I not confident of _Cloris's_ Virtue, --Which shall no more be tempted.

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