306 THE POEMS OF ANNE �Some few attendants my ill fate had left, �Who told with me, each shout the people gave, �As their new Lord, passed throo' the crowded streets, �And now, so neer, the horrid tumult came, �That in dispair, leaning on Riccio's arm, 80 �I bid him lead me, to my last dominion, �A poor frail bark, that danc'd upon the waves, �And yett me thought, was steddyer then my Island, �When you my Lord came in. �Lanr. When I came in! �And saw more beauty breaking throo' your tears, Then rose with Venus, when she left the deep; When I came in ! �A wretched Conqu'rer, in the Tyrant's cause, Which then, I did beleive to have been just, 90 �But oh! your eyes soon punish'd the mistake, And cast such lightning, as destroy'd my laurells, D'you bid me Madam, think upon that day, In all th' account of time, I know no other: The part of life I spent, ere that arriv'd, Like a dull, empty scene, is all discard' d: And since 'tis past, my thoughts have had no buisnesse, But to preserve, and represent itt to me. And, madam, since so nicely you recount itt, Oh! Lett me speak, what I endur'd that day, 100 �I saw, ador'd, and dy'd for you that day, And yett, that fatal day, provoked and lost you. �Queen. My lord, you take occasion from my fortunes To speak such things, as else you wou'd not offer. Yett, make them true, oh Love, and I'll adore thee. [Aside. �Laur. Be witnesse Love, and all thy gentle pow'rs, If one presumptuous thought, inhabitts here. �[Pointing to his breast. Yett I do love, beyond what words can utter; ��� �
