@3Princess.@1 Ah! She who told me of my Husband's Heart, Is all a Charm, to plead for his excuse; Young, Beautiful, Discreet, and Chast, as Fair; By Nature form'd to captive ev'ry Heart, My Reason must approve the Prince's choice, For I my self, prefer her to my self, And love her too, as tenderly as he, @3Agnes.@1 Who can this Angel be? @3Princess.@1 Are there so many merit more than I, Thou can'st not guess among 'em? @3Agnes.@1 Indeed I know not one deserves like you; And therefore cannot guess. @3Princess.@1 Have you so long been privy to my Thoughts, Yet know not her who is so dear to me? Who with the Prince shares my divided Heart So equally, I cannot tell my self To which I have given most; know you not her? For if you know my Friend, you know my Rival. @3Agnes.@1 How very Miserable must I be When I'm reduc'd to wish, you did not love me! Those marks, of that peculiar, dear affection, Which ev'ry day your partial kindness gave, Are Witness which I wou'd disbelieve; Oh! Let me think your Friendship was divided, Tell me you have another, nearer Friend, For I had rather lose your Love forever, Than be the wretched Cause of your misfortune; Rather be hated by you, than deserve it; Oh ease my cruel fears, and name some other. @3Princess.@1 Too sure, alas, the Prince does love thee, @3Agnes@1 And I'm so vain to think that only thou, Cou'd gain a Heart, to which I laid a claim. Read from his Hand, the sad, amazing truth. |