Qu. Away with all this Canting; Conscience, and Religion! No, take advice from nothing but from Love.
Card. ‘Tis certain I’m bewitch’d—she has a Spell Hid in those charming Lips.
Alon. Prince Cardinal, what say you to this?
Card. I cannot bring it forth—
Qu. Do’t, or thou’rt lost for ever.
Card. Death! What’s a Woman’s Power! And yet I can resist it.
Qu. And dare you disobey me?
Card. Is’t not enough I’ve given you up my Power,
Nay, and resign’d my Life into your Hands,
But you wou’d damn me too—I will not yield—
Oh, now I find a very Hell within me;
How am I misguided by my Passion!
Alon. Sir, we attend your Answer.
Qu. ‘Tis now near twenty Years, when newly married,
(And ‘tis the Custom here to marry young,)
King Philip made a War in Barbary,
Won Tunis, conquer’d Fez, and hand to hand
Slew great Abdela, King of Fez, and Father
To this Barbarian Prince.