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 COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA 289 �THE SONG �All your sighs, to air are turning, �All your vows, will soon be lost, Quench'd those flames, which ne're left burning, �'Till they had my freedom cost. 120 �Yett, remember whilst denying, �How you strove to change my mind, �Men are lost, but by complying, Women lou'd but 'till they're kind. �Queen. Indeed 'tis well, extreamly well Carino. But this complaint, shou'd not be made by you. �Enter Riccio �Blan. More interruption, then 'tis vain to hope, [Aside. And opertunity's as coy as beauty. �Queen. With the great Master Riccio have you been? �Blan. I find he comes with buisnesse, to the Queen 130 And must retire �But oh! 'tis death to goe, And not the fortune of my passion knowe. �[Exit, followed by Carino. �Rice. Great Aubusson, entreats your Royal presence, Who waits with some selected from the Council, For conference with you, on this great occasion. But Madam, for the reasons lately urg'd I wou'd advise, that still you shou'd resolve To stand unmov'd, in what I now have told you. �Queen. Fear not my Lord, that I will see the Generall, �[Going out. �Who pleads for nothing, but my certain ruine. 140 �[Exeunt. ��� �