290 THE POEMS OF ANNE �The Scene changes to an outward room in the Queen's apartment, Blanfort passing through it with Carino �Blan. Thou knowst I love, and cannot chide thee long ; But prithee, be more carefull for the future, ( Not to prevent, my conference with the Queen, Since I have told thee, that my life depends on 't. �As they are going off Capriccio peeps out att the contrary door, and in a low voyce calls to Blanfort. �Cap. My Lord, my Lord, may I not be releas't, I've done an hour's hard duty here, to serve you, Another such, wou'd wear me to a shaddow? �Blan. Well, take thy liberty, itt is enough. �[Capriccio enters. �Prythee, what is't has made thee so impatient, Their conversation, cou'd not tire thee, sure. 10 �Cap. Their prating did, I know not what you call itt. �Blan. Well, their discourse, how did they entertain thee ? �Cap. Why, altogether, and ev'ry one, as much as she �cou'd. Sing us a song, good Captain, says one. �[Imitating their voyces. �No, no, says another, tell us a story of the Turks ; Oh ! but was you never in love, says a third. Yes, yes, says I, most inhumanely, �And then I looked leeringly thus, upon my Lady Clarilla, That she might think itt was with her. �But was you never drunk, says another, 20 �A notable pert wench, that, And came home to me, i' faith ; But says I, what in my face betrays itt? Nay, nothing says she, �For a red nose, may be caught with standing Too long in the sun, and at that, ��� �
