274 THE POEMS OF ANNE �These things you may insinuate to the Queen, Who has no hopes, but in the help of freinds. �Clar. Oh ! name not f reindship, 'tis a weak supporter ; And in this base and most degenerat age, Fitt only to erect a Somer bower, And bear the curling top of some light vine ; But if a torn, and tempest beaten oak, 60 �Falling, shou'd lean upon itts boasted aid, Twou'd faintly shrink from the stupendious weight, And leave itt to embrace the humble dust. Nor can she natter, she, who is the Sun To which those earthy vapours shou'd ascend, Will n'ere decline her beams, to court the foggs. For Blanfort's love, she shuns itt with such care, That yett, 't has ne're been told her, but by blushes. But 'tis the Prince, 'tis Aubusson, the just That must protect us, to preserve that title. 70 �jRic. So may itt prove, and since the Queen is private I will return, and listen to the news. Do you attend her still, and chear her spiritts, Perhaps, our fears present our dangers double, �There is no Hydra, like uncertain trouble. �[JSxeunt severally �The Scene changes to a Room of State. Florish. �Enter at one door Aubusson, Blanfort Carino, Monthaleon, Capric- cio, &c., at the other, Lauredan, Rivalto, Villmarin, Linnian, and Lauredan's traine. �Aub. Brave Lauredan, the Isle of Rhodes salutes you. And hauing told you, in her warlike voyce Of drums and trumpetts, and the Canon's thunder That you are welcome to her crouded shoares, Does now by me, her father and her freind, In the soft sounds of peace, again confirm itt ; ��� �
