294 THE POEMS OF ANNE �[Enter to him a Gentleman, with a letter.} �Gent. Receive this, Sir, sent to you from the General, Who with itt, bids me tell you, on his honour, 120 �Noe harm shall reach you, if itt meets complyance. Since all his ends are fair, as time shall prove them, And that he chose this way, to shun suspition, Which might have risen from a private conference. �Riv. I'm proud, in anything to be commanded By that great man, whom here we treat so slightly, Oh ! we are bravely govern'd, but no more. �Nay, then, if fates as [sic] work, as fast as I [Reads aside. �It must go well. �Sir, tell the Gen'ral, what he here desires 130 �Falls in the compasse of my pow'r and will, And, when the proper hour of night, arrives, I'll wait upon him and secure his purpose This and all honour to him. [Exeunt. �[The scene changes to a Grove, Carino alone.} �Car. I am resolv'd, at last, to tempt my fortune, And by some tender policy, renew The dear remembrance of his once fond passion ; And if one spark of all that fire remains, �I'll own myself, and try to urge itt higher, �Or else in silence, and dispair, expire. �[Enter one with a Lute. �Oh! here's the tunefull guide, I said, shou'd lead him, 'Tis well you're come, pray sing the song I sent you, And, lett your musick soften, what's too harsh. �A SONG Love, give thy traine of slaves away, 10 �To those whose Pleasure is their pride, To me, a gentle sigh convey, �Unheard by all the world beside. ��� �
