Queen. True friends should so in dark afflictions shine, But I have no great cause to boast of mine.
Phil. You may have too much prejudice for some, And think them false, before their trials come. But, madam, what determine you to do?
Queen. I came not here to be advised by you:
But charge you, by that power which once you owned,
And which is still my right, even when unthroned,
That whatsoe'er the states resolve of me,
You never more think of Candiope.
Phil. Not think of her! ah, how should I obey! Her tyrant eyes have forced my heart away.
Queen. By force retake it from those tyrant eyes, I'll grant you out my letters of reprise.
Phil. She has too well prevented that design, By giving me her heart, in change for mine.
Queen. Thus foolish Indians gold for glass forego;
'Twas to your loss you prized your heart so low.
I set its value when you were advanced,
And as my favours grew, its rate enhanced.
Phil. The rate of subjects' hearts by yours must go, And love in yours has set the value low.
Queen. I stand corrected, and myself reprove;
You teach me to repent my low-placed love:
Help me this passion from my heart to tear!—
Now rail on him, and I will sit and hear.
Phil. Madam, like you, I have repented too, And dare not rail on one, I do not know.