Siege, The: Or, Love's Convert, A Tragi-Comedy - Act 3. Scene 4

ACT III. S CEN. IV.

To him Cleodemus, Timophilus, Callimachus,
Philostratus .

Cle . Leave off this grief; The Citie's up in Arms Sir —
Mis . How does Leucasia ?
Tim . — They're almost with us — —
Phi . — Their March is swift; Eudemus is their Captain —
Cal . — They are resolv'd to kill, or to be kill'd —

Siege, The: Or, Love's Convert, A Tragi-Comedy - Act 3. Scene 3

ACT . III. S CEN. III.

Misander on a Couch.

Mis . Or Nature doth not make the Beautifull,
Or takes no care for their defence once made.
Where are those now say Beauty is a Guard
Sufficient without Weapons? Curs'd Misander :
Thou hast not that felicity of ill doing
As to offend the Common way. Thou dost
Act Crimes, that thwart receiv'd Opinions,
And contradict ev'n Truths agreed upon;
So that thy facts will be hereafter urg'd

Siege, The: Or, Love's Convert, A Tragi-Comedy - Act 3. Scene 2

ACT . III. S CEN. II.

To them Eudemus .

Eud . Not far off from thee most unhumane Tyrant.
Mis . I am a Tyrant now indeed; this stroke
Hath made that Name peculiarly mine.
Eud . Was't this she pleas'd thee for? she did deserve it
In comming to thee. 'Tis a due that's paid her
For that offence. But if I'd thought thou hadst
Only requir'd her Bloud 't should have been spilt

Siege, The: Or, Love's Convert, A Tragi-Comedy - Act 3. Scene 1

ACT. III. SCEN. I .

Misander discover'd asleep, Leucasia to him.

Leu . All things are husht & laid, except my thoughts;
Somthing puls back my hand, methinks, and tels me
'Tis not a Virgin's Office to be cruell.
I would that he were dead, but not by me.
I am afraid. But do I only tremble?
Is that all I retain of Innocence?
Shee's too near guilt that only fears, and she
That's come so far as only to be stopp'd
By a misgiving Heart, hath don't already.

Siege, The: Or, Love's Convert, A Tragi-Comedy - Act 2. Scene 7

ACT II. Scene VII.

Leucasia with Euthalpe, and a Company of
Virgins, and others of Byzantium, solemnly
conducting her with this Song . 1 Virg.

Strow we these Flowers as we goe,
Which trod by thee will sweeter grow. 2 Virg.
Guard her, ye Pow'rs, if any be,
That love afflicted Chastity. 1 Virg.
Her Mind deserves a Princely sway,
But yet obtain'd another way. 2 Virg.
Her Vertues fit her for a Throne,
But of no Choice, except her own. 1 Virg.
O then look down on his Desires,

Siege, The: Or, Love's Convert, A Tragi-Comedy - Act 2. Scene 6

ACT II. S CEN. VI.

Eudemus, Leucasia, Euthalpe.

Eud. Ne'r murmur Girl, 't's a Service to thy Country.
Leu. There was this only wanting to my evils,
That you too should approve; that, that good name
(Father) should yet inserted be in this
My vile disgrace. Call 't you a service to
My Country, to turn Whore? What Brand will 't be
Unto your Liberty, when 't shall be said
'Twas purchas'd by a Strumpet?
Eud. 'Tis not thou

Siege, The: Or, Love's Convert, A Tragi-Comedy - Act 2. Scene 5

ACT II. S CEN. V.

Prusias with the Picture of the Widdow,
Callimachus and Philostratus after him.

Prus. Stay Villain, or thou dyest. Amongst the throng
Of more ignoble Creatures she might perish:
Yet there's no other way of winning her.
Call. Hee's at it in the very same strain.
Prus. Goe — —
Doe not, — — Why stir you not? — — Come back — — To suffer
Thus, Prusias , for that blest one, is the chief

Siege, The: Or, Love's Convert, A Tragi-Comedy - Act 2. Scene 4

ACT . II. S CEN. IV.

To them Timophilus, Patacion, Nicias .

— — How fares the Partner of Our Throne, Misander ?
Tim. Most Noble Citizens, his Majesty
Accepteth of your profer, and by me
Demandeth one be sent that's nam'd — —
Leu. O stay,
Chr. O speak no further!
Pyl. Speak it out aloud;
We love to hear the Accent of our Name.
Tim. He doth demand one nam'd Leucasia .

Siege, The: Or, Love's Convert, A Tragi-Comedy - Act 2. Scene 3

ACT II. S CEN. III.

To them Epigenes, Scedasus, Terpander .

Epig. What? you expect to hear who 'tis that's chosen?
Pyl. God bless you my good People; I perceive
You're come to do us Homage: We are Queen.
You hear the Tyrant's wonderfully taken
With us: It was none of our seeking; Fortune
Hath thrown the Dignity into our Lap.
Wee'l make your Yoak hereafter very easie.
Sced. How came your Mistris mad; Elpidia , thus?

Siege, The: Or, Love's Convert, A Tragi-Comedy - Act 2. Scene 2

ACT II. Scene II.

[ Pyl. ] Do we appear, and yet no Reverence seen?
Woman, you are unmanner'd.
Euth. This directed
To me, or whom?
Pyl. Is't not enough that you
Were thought so worthy by the City, as
To have your Face sent as a waiting Picture
'Mong ours, and so arrive to th' possibility
Of lying she-perdieu with some old souldier,
To save the use of Furrs and Bearskins, but
Forgetfull of your own condition

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