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 348 THE POEMS OF ANNE �Herm. To Fate and thy Advice I will submit, �Suit to my alter' d State my low Desire; �My Fare be plain, and homely my Attire, �My Tresses with a simple Fillet bind, �Face the hot Sun, and wither in the Wind; �In my parch'd Hand a rural Crook be found, 280 �The Trees my Curtains, and my Bed the Ground: �That Fortune (who at Greatness aims her Blow) �When thus disguis'd may not a Princess know. �[Exeunt. �The SCENE changes to a Street in the Town of Phaerea (the Lacedemonian Garrison) a Rabble and many common Soldiers in the Street. �1st Sold. All's done, all's done my Fellows. We may now go home to our Wives and our Shops. �1st Hobble. Ay, that we may ; we have caught him at last, That has been our Back-friend so long, As one may say �2d Sold. Nay, I'll be sworn, Thou ne'er look'd'st him in the Face: But we shall have the tossing, and the tumbling of him Assoon as ever the sowre-fac'd Senators Have dismiss'd their Judgments upon him. �3d Hobble. Ay, I'll warrant ye, shall we; 10 �Here, here he comes ; bear back, bear back. �[Aristomenes bound and guarded is conducted over the Stage, the Rabble crouding and following him with confus'd Cries and Shouts, Exeunt. �The SCENE changed, discovers a Council- Chamber in Anaxan- der's Palace: Anaxander, Clarinthus, and several Lords of Sparta. �Anax. Most happily, my Lords, we now are met, To see those Hands in servile Fetters ty'd Which broke the Bondage of the proud Messenians, ��� �