Qu. My dearest Abdelazer—
Abd. Oh, are you there?—Ye Dogs, how came she in? Did I not charge you on your Lives to watch, That none disturb my Privacy?
Qu. My gentle Abdelazer, ‘tis thy Queen, Who ‘as laid aside the Business of her State, To wanton in the kinder Joys of Love— Play all your sweetest Notes, such as inspire The active Soul with new and soft Desire, [To the Musick, they play softly. Whilst we from Eyes—thus dying, fan the Fire. [She sits down by him.
Abd. Cease that ungrateful Noise. [Musick ceases.
Qu. Can ought that I command displease my Moor?
Abd. Away, fond Woman.
Qu. Nay, prithee be more kind.
Abd. Nay, prithee, good Queen, leave me—I am dull, Unfit for Dalliance now.
Qu. Why dost thou frown?—to whom was that Curse sent?
Abd. To thee—