COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA 347 �Herm. Oh! that thou hads't not named him! �[She starts and weeps. 'Till we were lodg'd, where Grief Might have its Course; for now 'twill flow And stop our farther Passage, barring the Sight Which shou'd conduct our Steps. �Bar. It must not Madam, nor must you indulge it, But put on chearful Looks to suit this Habit, And make the World believe you what you seem. �Herm. I cannot do it. 250 �In the midst of Sport I should forget the gay, fantastick Scene, And drop these Tears, when Smiles were most expected. �Bar. Then 'tis in vain farther to seek for Shelter: Let us return and wait in your Pavilion, 'Till Anaxander shall command you thence To serve the base Delight of some proud Spartan. �Herm. Oh! yet avert that Fate, ye angry Powers! I yield, Barina; make me what thou wilt: See, I no more am sad; look on this Brow; 260 �Canst thou read there that I have lost a Father, The best, the fondest, and the dearest Father? Forgive the tender Thought, that breeds this Change ; I'll weep it off, and smile again to please thee. �Bar. No ; I'll weep too, for his, that's past, And your approaching Ruin. �Herm. Alas! I had forgot, but now am Calm: What must I do? indeed I will observe thee. �Bar. Then not far hence, conceal' d within this Grove Wait my Return, who must go find the Shepherds, 270 �And frame some Story ; that when you appear, Thro' no Enquiries we become suspected: And in my absence, be your Thoughts employ'd To bend your Mind to what the Times require. ��� �
