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 COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA 319 �Riv. It may be so, but still ye have done well To send in all your wealth, that that may 'scape them. 60 I've lodg'd it safely, safely as my own, And when this search is past, you'll call it back. �Vil. Oh! yes, itt shall but trouble you till then. �Riv. To serve my freinds, I n'er yett thought a trouble, But since I stand the foremost in their hate, And I am sure, they mean the search I tell ye, Not knowing, but they may extend it farther, And under that pretence, secure my person, I am resolv'd, that I'll awhile withdraw, What think ye of itt, will itt not do well. 70 �Lin. Do as you will, when shall we hear of you. �Riv. Before three days are past, assure your selves, Therefore, 'till then make no enquiry for me, Another thing, I had almost forgott, The Master sends this night a private Convoy To bear his Damzell to a distant Convent, And when she's gone, what' ere reports ye hear, Know that's the truth, now lett us part, For we're suspected, if but seen together. �Vil. But for three days, you say, you shall be absent, 80 �Riv. Not an hour more. �Lin. Then till that time, farwell. [Exeunt Vil and Lin. �Riv. Thus far 'tis right, I've all their wealth on board, And now tis mine, in spite of all our freindship. �For he, whose aim at mighty mischeif tends, �Must own no gratitude, nor know no freinds. [Exit. �The Scene changes to the Queen's antichamber. �Kiccio alone. �Ric. Blow on ye winds, and swell the seas so high That ore his fleet, your proud insulting waves, May ride in tryumph, sinking all beneath ye. I long to hear the temper of the Queen, ��� �