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 COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA 321 �By bringing on that death, he went to seek for. �But whilst I'm here, all this repeating to you, �Dispair may seize too deeply on her soul, 40 �Go in my Lord, and try to bring her comfort. �Ric. I go Clarilla, follow, and assist me. How neer was I to see him in the throne, Had not his foolish modesty and love, �Prevented itt, and so secur'd my safety. [Aside. �I must now meet, and try to lay this passion. Her greifs are easyer calm'd then his revenge [Exit. �Clar. I must stay here, to free my tears awhile Which in her presence, I wou'd fain keep back. Oh! would this tempest yett but be appeas'd, 50 �We might again see happynesse, and Cyprus. But here she comes, alas, who can behold her, �So Dido saw the Trojan navy part, �With looks so wild, and such a breaking heart. �[Enter Queen, disordered, in all the transports of a violent pas- sion, Riccio follows endeavouring to speak to her. �Queen. Preach to the winds, thou dull, thou doating �statesman, �Go to that storm, that plays with all my hopes, And try if thou can'st calm itt with a speech, Tell itt of inter' est, politicks, and caution, And if for these, 'twill bate one angry billow, Then may'st thou hope to talk me into patience. 60 �Fool that I was, to list'n to thy counsell, To knitt my brow, when love and fortune smil'd Because thy coward fears, cry'd out be care full. �Ric. Yett, hear me Madam. �Queen. Away, away, and leave me to my self To this soft counsellor, that breaks with greif, �[Pointing to her breast. Because it was not harken'd to in season. [Exit Ric. ��� �