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 336 THE POEMS OP ANNE �I'll leave this place, for all I hate is here, �And all I lov'd, is now most hatefull to me. [Exit �Vil. My Lord, this Devil has not damn'd us quite, Your orders we'll obey, and blesse your mercy. [Exit\\\: Lin �Aub. Now fair Marina, own me for your kinsman, And all our errours, tow'rd your birth and sex 130 �Forgive, and think we'll ever try to mend them. �Queen. My lord. I beg to joyn in that request, And thus embracing, court you for my freind [To her. �Mar. I fear I shall grow proud, with all these honours. Aub. I'll send to tell the Duke, your noble Father, How you intend to blesse my Nephews Love, He's not yett vow'd, nor shall be, but to you, And to his own, my lands shall all be added, To make him still become more worthy of you, �[Blan. offers to speak. �No thanks, dear Youth, I ever meant itt for you, 140 �And cou'd not give itt, att a time more propper. To harmlesse revells, lett us now repair, Whilst mirth and musick, eccho throo' the air, And bear our tryumphs, to the blest above, That spring like theirs, from innocence, and Love. �THE END ��� �