SCENE II.—The Queen's apartments.
Enter Queen and ASTERIA.
Queen. No more news yet from Philocles?
Ast. None, madam, since Flavia's return.
Queen. O, my Asteria! if you loved me, sure You would say something to me of my Philocles! I could speak ever of him.
Ast. Madam, you commanded me no more to name him to you.
Queen. Then I command you now, speak of nothing else:— I charge you here, on your allegiance, tell me What I should do with him?
Ast. When you gave orders that he should be taken, You seemed resolved how to dispose of him.
Queen. Dull Asteria! not to know,
Mad people never think the same thing twice!—
Alas! I'm hurried restless up and down:—
I was in anger once, and then I thought
I had put into shore:
But now a gust of love blows hard against me,
And bears me off again.
Ast. Shall I sing the song, you made of Philocles, And called it Secret Love?