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

Siege, The: Or, Love's Convert, A Tragi-Comedy - Act 2. Scene 1

ACT. II. SCENE I.

Cal. Pox o'these easie Coxcombs! If he had
Ask'd Wives and Children too he might have had 'em.
Could not their wise simplicities stand out,
And let us conquer 'em?
Phi. I feel mine Arms
Grow stiff again: I shall employ my strength
Only in carrying up of Pasties now.
Pru. (Is she not wondrous fair? not wondrous handsome?)
Cal. We shall do nothing but drink Healths in Helmets

Siege, The: Or, Love's Convert, A Tragi-Comedy - Act 1. Scene 6

ACT I. S CEN. VI.

Mis. Do y' mock me with a shadow? and present
A Baby for a Goddesse? I'l proportion
Revenge unto your Crime, and leave nought else
To testifie the memory of your City,
But idle foolish Pictures, such as these.
Pata. Our City sends them not in Policy
To keep you longer off. It is not, that
They may deny you, but that you may choose;
And if it please you but to stoop so low
As to design but one of them, and make her

Siege, The: Or, Love's Convert, A Tragi-Comedy - Act 1. Scene 5

ACT. I. S CEN. V.

Mis. Hear you no News yet Captains from the City?
Phil. They slight your Majesty by their delaies,
Thinking to weary your desire by lingring,
Mis. I dealt too mildly with 'em, in that I
Did offer to request without the Sword:
They shall know what 'tis to delude him that
Ne'r threatned twice; whose anger then is base
When it admits that respite, as to give
A second warning.

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