The heroick-lover, or, The infanta of Spain by George Cartwright ...

The third Scene:

Enter Zorates and Selucious.

Zor.

THE City their affection to us shew: If that the Countrey, will but do so too, We shall be able, to reform the King, And in this Kingdom, ev'ry living thing. We out of hand, the Admiral must try, All sorts of people, for to satisfie: Whom if we find, by Law to merit Death, We must not spare, to take away his breath. 'Tis better one shoo'd perish, then that all Shoo'd run the hazard, utterly to fall.

Selu.

The King this morning, very early went, Into the City, with a full intent, For to lay hold on us, and set him free, Shewing unto them, his authority. Who as I hear, what words so e're he us'd, Both he, and we, unto him, were refus'd. What he will do, it does not yet appear, But if the City stand's, we need not fear.

Zor.

My life for yours, they will be to us true, And do likewise, what in them lies to do. They have already, of their own accord, In our defence, pluckt out and drawn their sword.

What will they do, then for the common cause, For their Religion, Liberty and Laws? That which I fear, and which does give me pain, Is this same match, concluded now with Spain.

Selu.

If that be all, it needs not trouble you, Since they have work enough, at home to do. That marriage for the present, cannot be, Much advantagious; to his Majestie: By reason, that they are, so poor become, They cannot give, a considerable summ: So much the war, betwixt the French and them, Has ruined, that glorious Diadem.

Zor.

To try them farther, we must to them make A proposition, the Cardinal to take: Shewing unto them, how we cannot be, So long as he does live, in surety: Which if with zeal, we find them to embrace, We need not fear, to disoblige his Grace: For all unto our wishes, woo'd succeed, Were we but of that Animal, once rid.

Exeunt.