L. _Whiff._ With a very little trouble. But, Madam had not the storming the Castle been as good a Scene as the taking of _Jerusalem_.
_Mar._ Granted, my Lord. But I have a Castle taken upon the Stage; and twice, you know, had been Repetition.
Mr. _Prais._ True; your Ladiship was never in the wrong in your Life, unless it was when you said, I had no Courage.
_Mar._ Change the Scene to the Orange Grove.
Your Servant Mrs. _Cross_, I am glad to see you again.
Mrs. _Cross_. Truly the Gentleman would not be deny'd; tho' really, Madam, 'twas only fear I shou'd not serve you in't, made me backward.
_Mar._ All's well, and I'm pleas'd. Will you give your self the trouble to enter again? because that will make you look more alone.
Mrs. _Cross_. Yes, Madam. (_Goes out, and Re-enters._
_Isab._ Methought I heard the sound of War pierce the hollow Groves: Else 'twas my melancholly Fancy chim'd to my sick Brain. Yet it cannot be Delusion; for I am a Prisoner. A surly Fellow, who lookt as if Pity was his Foe, told me, I here must wait my Lord's Commands. Oh, _Fastin_! if thou art cruel or unkind, thou art justly so: For I came to thy Arms without a Heart, without Love's Flames, or desire to kindle 'em. Oh! why was _Amorous_ sent to my Fathers Castle, to begin the Parly? 'Tis true, he's in the vale of Years; yet Oh! such Charms remain! He found the way to my unguarded Heart; nor need he storm, I could not the least Opposition make; he streight was Lord of all within; yet, Chaste as Fires, which consume in Urns, and vainly warm the Dead, so Useless is my Flame!
_Mar._ My Lord! wou'd your Lordship imagine Mrs. _Cross_ shou'd dislike the part, when I defie all the Virgins in _Europe_ to make so cold a Simile as that?
L. _Wh._ Thou'st turn'd me into Marble; I am a Statue upon the Tomb where the Urn's inclos'd.
Mr. _Prais._ My Teeth chatter in my head.
Mr. _Awd._ Oh for a Couple of good Cudgels to warm the Coxcombs. (_aside._
_Isab._ Thou Mother Earth, bear thy wretched Daughter: Open thy all receiving Womb, and take thy groaning burthen in!
_Mar._ Now You'll see this Act, very full of Business. Come, Lord _Whimsicall_, and _Amorous_, hastily.
L. _Whim._ Raise thee from Earth, thou most unhappy Wife of my most wicked Son! fly, whilst faithful _Amorous_ and I Protect thee from what his Savage rage has doom'd.