nder Business.

_Bac._ Ha!--the Queen--what Happiness is this presents it self which all
my Industry could never gain?

_Queen._ Sir-- [Approaching him.

_Bac._ Prest with the great extremes of Joy and Fear, I trembling stand,
unable to approach her.

_Queen._ I hope you will not think it Fear in me, though timorous as a
Dove by nature fram'd: Nor that my Lord, whose Youth's unskill'd in War,
can either doubt his Courage, or his Forces, that makes me seek a
Reconciliation on any honourable Terms of Peace.

_Bac._ Ah Madam! if you knew how absolutely you command my Fate, I fear
but little Honour would be left me, since whatsoe'er you ask me I should
grant.

_Queen._ Indeed I would not ask your Honour, Sir, that renders you too
brave in my esteem. Nor can I think that you would part with that. No,
not to save your Life.

_Bac._ I would do more to serve your least commands than part with
trivial Life.

_Queen._ Bless me, Sir, how came I by such a Power?

_Bac._ The Gods and Nature gave it you in your Creation, form'd with all
the Charms that ever grac'd your Sex.

_Queen._ Is't possible? am I so beautiful?

_Bac._ As Heaven, or Angels there.

_Queen._ Supposing this, how can my Beauty make you so obliging?

_Bac._ Beauty has still a Power over great Souls, and from the moment I
beheld your Eyes, my stubborn Heart melted to compliance, and from a
nature rough and turbulent, grew soft and gentle as the God of Love.

_Queen._ The God of Love! what is the God of Love?

_Bac._ 'Tis a resistless Fire, that's kindled thus--at every
[Takes her by the Hand and gazes on her.
gaze we take from such fine Eyes, from such bashful Looks, and such
soft Touches--it makes us sigh,--and pant as I do now, and stops the
breath when e'er we speak of Pain.

_Queen._ Alas for me if this should be Love! [Aside.

_Bac._ It makes us tremble when we touch the fair one; and all the Blood
runs shivering through the Veins, the Heart's surrounded with a feeble
Languishment, the Eyes are dying, and the Cheeks are pale, the Tongue is
faltring, and the Body fainting.

_Queen._ Then I'm undone, and all I feel is Love. [Aside.
If Love be catching, Sir, by Looks and Touches, let us at distance
parley--or rather let me fly, for within view is too near--
[Aside.

_Bac._ Ah! she retires--displeas'd I fear with my presumptuous
Love,--Oh, pardon, fairest Creature.
[Kneels.

_Queen._ I'll talk no more, our Words e