_Qu_. Nature, be gone, I chase thee from my Soul, Who Love’s almighty Empire does controul: And she that will to thy dull Laws submit, In spite of thee, betrays the Hypocrite. No rigid Virtue shall my Soul possess, Let Gown-men preach against the Wickedness; Pleasures were made by Gods, and meant for us, And not t’ enjoy ‘em, were ridiculous. _Abd_. Oh perfect, great and glorious of thy Sex! Like thy great self ‘twas spoke, resolv’d and brave-- I must attend the King--where I will watch All _Philip’s_ Motions. _Qu_. And--after that--if you will beg Admittance, I’ll give you leave to visit me to Night. _Abd_. Madam, that Blessing now must be defer’d. [_Leads her to the Door_. My Wrongs and I will be retir’d to Night, And bring forth Vengeance with the Morning’s Light. _Enter_ Osmin, Zarrack. _Osm_. My gracious Lord. _Abd_. Come near--and take a Secret from my Lips; And he who keeps not silent hears his Death.-- This Night the Prince and Cardinal--do you mark me-- Are murder’d. _Osm_. Where, Sir? _Abd_. Here in the Court. _Osm_. By whom, great Sir? _Abd_. By thee--I know thou darst. _Osm_. Whatever you command. _Abd_. Good!--then see it be perform’d. _Osmin_, how goes the Night? _Osm_. About the hour of Eight, And you’re expected at the Banquet, Sir: Prince _Philip_ storms, and swears you’re with the Queen. _Abd_. Let him storm on; the Tempest will be laid-- Where’s my Wife? _Osm_. In the Presence, Sir, with the Princess and Other Ladies. _Abd_. She’s wondrous forward!--what the King-- (I am not jealous tho)--but he makes court to her. --Hah, _Osmin_! He throws out Love from Eyes all languishing;-- Come tell me,--he does sigh to her,--no matter if he do-- And fawns upon her Hand,--and kneels;--tell me, Slave! _Osm_. Sir, I saw nothing like to Love; he only treats her Equal to her Quality. _Abd_. Oh, damn her Quality. _Zar_. I came just now From waiting on his Person to the Banquet, And heard him ask, if he might visit her to Night, Having something to impart to her, that concern’d his Life. _Abd_. And so it shall, by Heav’n! [_Aside_. _Zar_. But she deny’d, and he the more intreated-- But all in vain, Sir. _Abd_. Go, _Osmin_, (you the Captain of my Guard of Moors) Chuse out the best affected Officers, To keep the Watch to Night-- Let every Guard be doubled--you may be liberal too-- And when I gave the Word, be ready all. _Osm_. What shall the Word be? [_Ex_. Zarrack. _Abd_. Why--Treason--mean time make it your Business, To watch the Prince’s coming from the Banquet; Heated with Wine, and fearless of his Person, You’ll find him easily to be attack’d. _Osm_. Sir, do not doubt my Management nor Success. [_Ex_. Osmin.