To quit her Pupillage, and being absolute
Declar'd Love to Demetrius, which enforc'd
Macarius to discover first your Brother,

Leo. No more, left you destroy again Leonatus,
With Wonder of his Fate; are they not come yet?
Something it was I felt within me envy

At young Demetrius's Fortune; there were Seeds
Scatter'd upon my Heart, that made it swell
With thought of Empire; Princes I fee cannot
Be totally eclips'd: but wherefore stays
Demetrius and Sophia, (44) at whofe Names
A gentle Spirit wakes upon my Blood?

Enter Demetrius, Polidora, Sophia, Macarius,
Caffander, and Lyfimachus.

Eub. They're here.

Leo. Then thus I fly into their Bofoms:
Nature has rectify'd in me, Demetrius,
The wandrings of Ambition; our dear Sifter
You are amaz'd, I did expect it, read
Affurance there, the Day is big with Wonder.
Mac. What means all this?

Leo. Lyfimachus, be dear to us,
Caffander, you are welcome too.
Caf. Not I,

I do not look for't; all this fha'not bribe

(44)

at whofe Names

A gentle Spirit waik'd upon my Blood?] This would imply, that before he knew his Relation to his Brother and Sifter, he had often had, by fecret Instinct, a Love for them: But as no Hint of this appears in any thing he before fays or does, I prefer the Prefent Tenfe:

walks upon my Blood?

This Expreffion is noble, and feems taken from Genefis. The Spirit of
God mov'd upon the Face of the Waters.
Mr. Seaward.

I conceive, that the Poet defign'd here to exprefs, how dormant that Affection which ought to be toward Brethren, tho' Strangers to each other, had lain in Seleucus; and upon this Account I would fuppole, that a Word of a stronger Import may yet bid fairer for the true one: I read thus,

A gentle Spirit wakes upon my Blood?

M

My Confcience to your Faction, and make
Me falfe again; Seleucus is no Son
Of Theodofius; my dear Countrymen
Correct your erring Duties, and to that,

Your lawful King, proftrate yourselves; Demetrius
Doth challenge all your Knees.

Dem. All Love and Duty,

Flow from me to my Royal King, and Brother,
I am confirm'd.

Caf. You are too credulous ;

What can betray your Faith so much?

Leo. Sophia, you appear fad, as if your Will Gave no confent to this day's Happiness.

Sop. No Joy exceeds Sophia's for yourself. Lyfim. With your good Pardon, Sir, I apprehend A cause that makes her troubled; fhe defires To know, what other Mistress, fince her late Unkindness, I have chofen to direct

My Faith and Service.

Leo. Another Mistress?

Lyfim. Yes, Sir.

Leo. And does our Sifter love Lyfimachus?
Sop. Here's fomething would confefs.
Leo. He must not dare

T'affront Sophia.

Caf. How my Shame confounds me! I beg your Juftice, without pity on

My Age.

Leo. Your Penance fhall be, to be faithful

Unto our State hereafter. Omnes. May you live long

And happy, Leonatus, King of Epire.

Leo. But where's your other Mistress?

Lyfim. Even here, Sir.

Leo. Our Sifter? 's this another Miftrefs, Sir?
Lyfim. It holds

To prove my Thoughts were fo; when he began
Her Sorrow for neglecting me, that Sweetnefs
Deferv'd I fhould 'fteem her another Mistress,
Then, when fhe cruelly forfook Lyfimachus;
Your pardon, Madam, and receive a Heart

Proud

Proud with my firft Devotions to serve you.

Sop. In this I'm crown'd again, now mine for ever. Leo. You have deceiv'd her happily,

Joy to you both.

Dem. We are ripe for the fame wishes ; Polidora's part of me.

Polid. He all my Bleffing.

Leo. Heav'n pour full Joys upon you.
Mac. We're all bleft;

There wants but one to fill your Arms.
Leo. My Mistress

And Wife fhall be my Country, to which I
Was in my Birth contracted, your love fince
Hath plaid the Priest to perfect what was Ceremony.
Though Kingdoms by juft Titles prove our own,
The Subjects Hearts do beft fecure a Crown.

[Exeunt Omnes

EPILOGUE.

HERE is no Coronation to day,

TH

Unless your gentle Votes do crown our Play:
If Smiles appear within each Lady's Eye,
Which are the leading Stars in this fair Sky,
Our folemn Day fets glorious; for then
(46) We hope by their foft Influence, the Men
Will grace what they firft fhin'd on; make't appear,
(Both) how we pleafe, and blefs our covetous Ear
With your Applaufe, more welcome than the Bells
Upon a Triumph, Bonfires, or what elfe
Can Speak a Coronation. And though I
Were late depos'd, and spoil'd of Majesty,
By the kind Aid of your Hands, Gentlemen,
I quickly may be Crown'd a Queen again.

(46) We hope by their fad Influence,] What Stuff is here? By this fad reading we have an Affront offer'd the Ladies, where the Poet defign'd them a Compliment; and inftead of begging their Favour, he runs the ready way to incur their Difpleafure. The true Text is from the Quarto of 1640.

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