The Distance 'twixt a Peafant and a Prince.. Dum. Nay, then my Lord! (drawing) Learn you by this how well An Arm refolv'd can guard its Master's Life [They fight. J. Sh. Oh my diftracting Fears! hold, for fweet Heav'n. [They fight, Dumont disarms Lord Haftings. L. Haft. Confufion ! baffled by a bafe-born Hind! Dum. Now, haughty Sir, where is our Difference now ? L. Haft. Curfe on my failing Hand! Your better Fortune Has giv'n you Vantage o'er me; but perhaps Your Triumph may be bought with dear Repentance. [Exi: J. Sh. Alas! What have you done! Know you the Pow'r, The Mightiness that waits upon this Lord? Dum. Fear not, my worthiest Miftrefs; 'tis a Caufe, Which urge you on to Virtue; let not Danger, D1, A Bring you to Blifs, and crown your End with Peace. J. Sh. Oh that my Head were laid, my fad Eyes clos'd, And my cold Coarfe wound in my Shrowd to reft; My painful Heart will never ceafe to beat, J Will never know a Moment's Peace till then." Fly Fly from the Court's pernicious Neighbourhood; 7. Sb Where fhould I fly, thus Helplefs and Forlorn, 1 Of Friends, and all the Means of Life bereft ? Dum. Bellmour, whofe friendly Care still wakes to ferve you, Has found you out a little peaceful Refuge, Far from the Court, and the Tumultuous City, Did e'er difturb the Quiet of that Place, Hafte then, and thither let us take our Flight, Ere the Clouds gather, and the wintry Sky, Defcends in Storms to intercept our Paffage. Dum. Will you then go? Banish your Fears, caft all You glad my very Soul; Plenty, Plenty, and Eafe, and Peace of Mind shall wait you, Where the truft her little tuneful Brood: may Where no rude Swains her fhady Cell may know, The End of the Second Act. [Exeunt, T ACT III. SCENE I. Scene the Court. Enter Alicia with a Paper. Alic. His Paper, to the great Protector's Hand, His bold Ambition now avows its Aim, To pluck the Crown from Edward's Infant Brow, And fix it on his own. I know he holds My taithlefs Haftings adverse to his Hopes, Oh Jealousy! chou Bane of pleafing Friendship, 1 es thy Kancour poifon all our Softness, or our gentle Natures into Bitterness. e he comes! Once my Heart's dearest Blessing, Enter Jane Shore. Sb Nw whither all I fly, to find Relief? ay my tailing Steps, fupport my Ruins, And wounded Mind with balany Comfort? And heal my Oh, my Alicia! Alic. What new Grief is this? What unforeseen Misfortune has furpriz'd thee, That racks thy tender Heart thus? J. Sh. Oh! Dumont ! Alic. Say! What of him? 7. Sb. That friendly, honest Man Whom Bellmour brought of late to my Affistance Forc'd from my House, and born away to Prifon. 7. Sh. Some fitter Time muft tell thee The Tale of my hard Hap. Upon the prefent, [She gives the Paper to Alicia, who opens and feems to read it.] Alic. [Afide:] Now for a Wile, To fting my Thoughtlefs Rival to the Heart And |