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SCEN. III.
Scene, A Garden.
Enter Graciana and Letitia severally; Letitia with
a Nosegay in her Hand.
Grac.
Letitia, what hast thou been doing here?
Let.
Cropping the beauty of the youthful year.
Grac.
How innocently dost thouspend thy hours,
••ecting from the crowd the choicest Flowers!
Where is thy Mistress?
Let.
Madam, she's with the wounded Colonel.
Grac.
Come then into this Arbour, Girl, and there
With thy sweet voice refresh my wearied soul.
They walk into an Arbour.
SONG.
LAdies, though to your Conqu'ring eyes Let. sings.
Love owes his chiefest Victories,
And borrows those bright Arms from you
With which he does the world subdue.
Yet you your selves are not above
The Empire nor the Griefs of Love.
Then wrack not Lovers with disdain,
Lest Love on you revenge their Pain;
You are not free because y'are fair;
The Boy did not his Mother spare.
Beauty's but an offensive dart;
It is no Armour for the heart.
Grae.
Dear Girl, thou art my little Confident;
I oft to thee have breath'd my discontent;