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 COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA 283 �With publick scandal of abuses there, The world's too well acquainted how I hate him ; Anon we'll meet, at his, or at your lodgings, And all shall be reveal' d, till when, farewell. Lin. I long to hear itt, till that time we'll part. Vil. The lesse we're seen together, 'tis the better. �[Exeunt. Enter Blanfort and Monthaleon. �Blan. 'Tis true, the very mention of itt, shook me, And call'd up all the anger of my soul. Oh! think how Rhodes wou'd look if she were absent, 270 How dull, how solitary, 'twoud appear, Did not her smiles, that tryumph o're her sorrows, Chear, and enliven, all the glad beholders. �Month. My Lord, you speak as if we all were lovers, To you indeed, I grant it may be so. �Blan. To me indeed, I do confesse Monthaleon The Sun n'ere rises, but with new delight I think 'twill bring again, some happy hour When I may gaze upon a brighter beauty. And folded in, by night's returning shades, 280 �I blesse 'em not, for silence, or for rest, But for the softer slumbers, that present The lovely Queen, in all her charms of wonder. �Month. As honour'd with the title of you[r] freind, I shou'd be greiv'd to hear this mighty passion, Did I not hope, your most indulgent kinsman Wou'd both allow, and urge itt with the Queen; Who, may for shelter, from the present storm, Be glad to find a haven in your arms, And so, be more secure, of our protection. 290 �Blan. The proposition, warms me into raptures, But oh ! I wou'd not owe itt to her fears, My passion is too nice (tho' ne'r so famist) ��� �