_King._ Rise up, I’ll hear no more, I can guess at what you’ll say. (_Ex._ Sem. _and_ Ser.) My Enemies are the Rod of Heaven, that seldom ceases to torment: How mean a thing it is for Men to beg that Life, that is in the Hands of the greatest Adversary? No, they cannot live, their Breath would infect the Air, who would turn loose Dragons, Wolves and Tygers, I am not safe upon my Throne; yet Wisdom, in the highest Philosophy, tells me I am fate? for if there be a Power above, I am the Shadow of that Power below; and if so, not all the Power of my Adversaries, and all the furious Infernals, can stir a Shadow the Breadth of a Hair, except they have power to move the Substance. I cannot bear to have an Enemy; if I destroy these Men, they go down to the Dust unconquered: I never knew a Temper, not of the most inveterate kind, but I could conquer it, and force the Man to love me. When Ambition, Revenge and Passions rise, then Reason strengthens, and Love stands up and demands a Parly; and when my vanquish’d Adversary stands before me, it is equal to me whether I strike or kiss. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Sementory _and_ Seringo. _Sem._ _Darony_ is very desirous to live, he’s much in love with Life; the King is now in _Cademore_’s Apartment; she may soften his Mind, and make him full of Compassion: _Darony_ deserves no Pity. Oh _Seringo_, what was you in love with, when you admir’d that Mortal? _Ser._ Not with the Man, but his Title. _Sem._ Well, we Women are not worth a wise Man’s Observation; our graceless Pride, and covetous Ambition, makes us always poor, and tasteless; were we humble as the purest Spirits, discerning as the Watchers above; we should admire Merit, then find Happiness, and be as rich as Hermits: you’ll never prosper for your Cruelty to the Lord _Flame_. _Ser._ That’s my fear. _Sem._ See, here he comes; ’tis Vertue creates Love, Love Fire, and Fire confin’d creates Madness; but give vent, and all shall be well. _Ser._ I will, _Sementory_. _Enter_ Flame. _Fla._ What! not marry’d yet? _Sem._ No; Angels are jealous of the Sublime in Ladies, prevent and preserve us from rude Men; for they destroy the Beauty of the Mind, as Time and Thought do the Body. _Fla._ O _Seringo_! that thy Heart was Steel; ’tis Sand upon which I wrote all my Perfections, but every little Wind makes an Alteration, and blows the Impression quite away. _Sem._ Make way; see here the King comes! [_Ex._ Flame, Sementory, _and_ Seringo. _Enter_ King _and_ Cademore. _Cad._ Oh! tell me, how did you bear the Pangs of Parting?