Sent me his Joy in Smiles.

_Qu_. If Souls can after Death have any Sense
Of human things, his will be proud to know
That _Philip_ is a Conqueror.
_Enter_ Abdelazer.
But do not drown thy Laurels thus in Tears,
Such Tributes leave to us, thou art a Soldier.

_Phil_. Gods! this shou'd be my Mother--

_Men_. It is, great Sir, the Queen.

_Phil_. Oh, she's too foul for one or t'other Title.

_Qu_. How, Sir, do you not know me?

_Phil_. When you were just, I did,
And with a Reverence, such as we pay Heav'n,
I paid my awful Duty;--
But as you have abus'd my Royal Father,
For such a Sin the basest of your Slaves
Wou'd blush to call you Mother.

_Qu_. What means my Son?

_Phil_. Son! by Heav'n, I scorn the Title.

_Qu_. Oh Insolence!--out of my sight, rude Boy.