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 286 THE POEMS OF ANNE �Rice. Your wise comands, I'll instantly obey, And soon return, to lett you know th' event. �Queen. Do so, I with impatience, shall expect itt. �[Exit Kicc. �Will loue be caught, with gazing but an hour, If so, itt is not safe to look abroad, And women's eyes, by flatt'rers call'd so dreadfull, Will only prove of danger to themselves? I ne'er beheld this Lauredan, but once, And 'twas that fatal day, which crush'd my fortunes, Yett, is his form, still present to my sight, 40 �And such methinks, as I cou'd wish the mans Whom fate wou'd chuse, to give me back my Crown. And that he's brave, I know, by having lost itt. Nor did he seem to me so rudely feirce, So full of terrour, as they now describe him ; His speech was gentle and his looks were sad, My sighs he eccho'd, and to stop my tears, Told me, if that I left not yett the shore, He wou'd retreive the fortune of the day, And give me back my Kingdom for a smile ; 50 �But Riccio sais, he loves my Throne's possessour, And now to fix her, urges my confinement, Else, all his wrongs, I cou'd methinks forgive, That hours soft treatment, pleads so strongly for him. �[As she walks upon the stage, enter Blanfort, and talks to himself, whitest her face is from him.} �Blan. I've sent Capriccio, to engage her women, Carino too, that us'd to interrupt me As certainly as if he had design' d itt, Is playing out a game, which I begun, And cannot rob me of this happy moment. �Queen. He has surpris'd me, which I still avoided, 60 �[Aside seeing him. ��� �