SCENE before the Camp. Enter Criftiern, Trollio, and Attendants. CRISTIERN. OUR obfervation's juft, I see it, Trollio: YOUR Men are machines, with all their boasted freedom, We touch the fpring, and wind them at our pleasure. Crift. How elfe fhould kings fubfift? For what is pow'r, And fuch Arvida was; though now, I trust, Trol. Impoffible! Already has he leap'd the guilty mound. That might appal his virtue; for the world He dare not now look back; where shame pursues, Enter Enter Gentleman Ufher and Peterson, who kneels. Crift. Rife to our truft, moft worthy Peterson; For thou'rt unfhaken, though thy nation fwerve; Peter. What I am, Let this inform your majesty. Trol. A pacquet! Whence had you that, my friend? Peter. Even from the hands Of the once great Gustavus. [Gives a pacquet. Crift. Then you have feen him. Tell me, tell me, What faid he? Eh! How look'd the mighty rebel? Peter. Last night, my gracious Lord, While yet I held your meffenger in conference; Of mutinous import against the state Of your high dignity; by morning light He pray'd me to attend him; boafting much Of plenteous hopes, and means of boldeft enterprize. Crift. Who were his adherents? Peter. The traitor Anderson, and a few friends, Of rivalfhip, the props whereon he meant [Looks on the pacquet. To Laurens, Aland, Haquin, and Roderic, Confufion! Treafon's in our camp! Who's there? Gent. My liege! Crift. Bear this to Norbi- -Bid him feize The Swedish captains. Trol. Might I but prefume— [Gives a fignet. Crift. I will not be controul'd-bid him seize all, Soldiers and chiefs! By hell, there's not a Swede, But lurks an instrument to prompt rebellion, And plots upon my life! Look there, 'tis evident: [Gives Trollio a letter. They are all leagu'd, confed'rate with Guftavus, Th' abettors of his treafon. Trol. It fhould seem so: And yet it should not-Tell me, Peterson, Peter. Yes, well affur'd: my zeal appear'd too warm To give the leaft cold colour for fufpicion. d you. Trol. I fear, my friend, I fear he has o'er-reach'dy He walks at large, fees clear and wide around him; He ponders on the laft event of things, And makes each caufe fubfervient to the confequence. Crift. You over-rate his craft; they're falfe, my TrolFalse ev'ry Swede of them; I read their fouls. Enter Cristina and Mariana. Criftina. I heard it was your royal pleasure, Sir, I should attend your highness. Crift. Yes, Criftina, But bufinefs interferes. [lio, [Exeunt Chriftina and Mar. Enter an Officer. Off. My fovereign liege! Wide o'er the western shelving of yon hill, We We think, tho' indiftinctly, we can spy, Crift. Friends, perhaps : For foes it were too daring Hafte thee, Trollio, [Exeunt. Mar. Ha! did you mark, my Princefs, did you mark? New nerve his arm, and wreathe his brow with conqueft, Criftina. No, my friend; Had I to death or bondage fold my fire, And fave my king, my father from dishonour; Mar. Do not think I meant, my Princefs, to arraign your virtues, Which murder must make fure, and crimes inglorious! E The The bulk of kingdoms, nay, the world is light, Ha, Laertes! most welcome-Well, and have you? Say, Criftina. Thy looks are doubtful. Speak Why art thou filent? Does he live? Laer. He does: [Laertes But death, ere night, must fill a long account. As a rock'd infant's meeknefs; fuch as tempts Criftina. Then you found him. Laer. I did; and warn'd him; but in vain; for death To him appear'd more grateful than to find His friend's dishonour. [Laertes! Criftina. Give me the manner-quick-foft, good Enter Cristiern, Trollio, Peterfon, Danes, &c. Crift. Damn'd, double traitor! Oh, curs'd, falfe Arvida! Guard well the Swedish pris'ners; bind them hard. Stand to your arms. Bring forth the captives there. Enter Augusta and Gustava guarded. Trol. My liege Crift. Away! I'll hear no more of politics. Fortune! we will not truft the changeling more, But wear her girt upon our armed loins, |