st, but cries halloo,
And, in a trice, the bellowing herd come out;
The gates are barred, the ways are barricadoed,
And _One and all's_ the word; true cocks o'the game,
That never ask, for what, or whom, they fight;
But turn them out, and shew them but a foe,
Cry--_Liberty!_ and that's a cause of quarrel.

_Leo._ There may be danger in that boisterous rout:
Who knows, when fires are kindled for my foes,
But some new blast of wind may turn those flames
Against my palace-walls?

_Raym._ But still their chief
Must be some one, whose loyalty you trust.

_Leo._ And who more proper for that trust than you,
Whose interests, though unknown to you, are mine?
Alphonso, Pedro, haste to raise the rabble;
He shall appear to head them.

_Raym._ [_Aside to_ ALPH. _and_ PED.]
First sieze Bertran,
And then insinuate to them, that I bring
Their lawful prince to place upon the throne.

_Alph._ Our lawful prince!

_Raym._ Fear not; I can produce him.

_Ped._ [_To_ ALPH.]
Now we want your son Lorenzo: what a mighty faction
Would he make for us of the city-wives,
With,--Oh, dear husband, my sweet honey husband,
Wont you be for the colonel? if you love me,
Be for the colonel; Oh, he's the finest man!
[_Exeunt_ ALPH. _and_ PED.

_Raym._ So, now we have a plot behind the plot.
She thinks, she's in the depth of my design,
And that 'tis all for her; but time shall show,
She only lives to help me ruin others,
And last, to fall herself. [_Aside._

_Leo._ Now, to you, Raymond: can you guess no reason
Why I repose such confidence in you?
You needs must think,
There's some more powerful cause than loyalty:
Will you not speak, to save a lady's blush?
Need I inform you, 'tis for Torrismond,
That all this grace is shown?

_Raym._ By all the powers, worse, worse than what I feared! [_Aside._

_Leo._ And yet, what need I blush at such a choice?
I love a man whom I am proud to love,
And am well pleased my inclination gives
What gratitude would force. O pardon me;
I ne'er was covetous of wealth before;
Yet think so vast a treasure as your son,
Too great for any private man's possession;
And him too rich a jewel, to be set
In vulgar metal, or for vulgar use.

_Raym._ Arm me with patience, heaven!

_Leo._ How, patience, Raymond?
What exercise of patience have you here?
What find you in my crown to be contemned;
Or in my person loathed? Have I, a quee