s Present's too magnificent: such Bracelets young Monarchs
shou'd put on.

_L. Lam._ Persons like me, when they make Presents, Sir, must do it for
their Glory, not considering the Merit of the Wearer: yet this, my
charming _Loveless_, comes short of what I ought to pay thy Worth; comes
short too of my Love.

_Lov._ You bless me, Madam--

_L. Lam._ This the great Monarch of the World once ty'd about my Arm,
and bad me wear it, till some greater Man shou'd chance to win my Heart;
Thou art that Man whom Love has rais'd above him;
Whom every Grace and every Charm thou hast
Conspire to make thee mightier to my Soul;
And _Oliver_, illustrious _Oliver_,
Was yet far short of thee.

_Lov._ He was the Monarch then whose Spoils I triumph in.

_L. Lam._ They were design'd too for Trophies to the young and gay.
Ah, _Loveless_! that I cou'd reward thy Youth
With something that might make thee more than Man,
As well as to give the best of Women to thee--
[Rises, takes him by the Hand, leads him to the Table. He starts.
--Behold this gay, this wondrous glorious thing.

_Lov._ Hah-- a Crown-- and Scepter!
Have I been all this while
So near the sacred Relicks of my King;
And found no awful Motion in my Blood,
Nothing that mov'd sacred Devotion in me? [Kneels.
--Hail sacred Emblem of great Majesty,
Thou that hast circled more Divinity
Than the great Zodiack that surrounds the World.
I ne'er was blest with sight of thee till now,
But in much reverenc'd Pictures-- [Rises and bows.

_L. Lam._ Is't not a lovely thing?

_Lov._ There's such Divinity i' th' very Form on't,
Had I been conscious I'd been near the Temple,
Where this bright Relick of the glorious Martyr
Had been enshrin'd, 't had spoil'd my soft Devotion.
--'Tis Sacrilege to dally where it is;
A rude, a saucy Treason to approach it
With an unbended Knee: for Heav'ns sake, Madam,
Let us not be profane in our Delights,
Either withdraw, or hide that glorious Object.

_L. Lam._ Thou art a Fool, the very sight of this--
Raises my Pleasure higher:
Methinks I give a Queen into thy Arms,
And where I love I cannot give enough; [Softly.
--Wou'd I cou'd set it on thy Head for ever,
'Twou'd not become my simple Lord
The thousandth part so well.
[Goes to put it on his Head, he puts it back.

_Lov._ Forbear, and do not play with holy things;
Let us retire, and love as Mortals shou'd,
Not