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Show 1*6 r^FAtALMA&RlAOEJ • j „.- 0f 'em all, Works the right way to r^ m e ot All the Reproaches, Inftn]»«* « y, find for me. That every Tongue »»d *X,rehenGon. let the juft Horror of m y A p p ^ ^ ^ ^ But keep me warm - - " .ft n H Zltt^rTp^ monal to foch Wounds. ^a^atfttorto^e^myDefpair, And then to Reft for e v e r - - - Biron meets her* Bir Defpairr and Reft for ever \ Tfabella I Thefe Words are far from thy Condition -, And be they ever fo. I heard thy Voice, And coa'd not bear thy Abfence; come, m y I ovel Y o u have ftaid long, there's nothing, nothing fure N o w to defpair of in fucceeding hate. 27*. I a m contented to be miferable, But not this w a y ; I've been too long abus 4 And can believe no more; . Let m e fleep on, to be deceiv d no more. Bir Loop up, m y Love, I never did deceive thee, Nor ever can i believe thy felf, thy Eyes That firft enflam'd, and lit m e to thy Love, Thofe Stars, that ftill muft guide m e to m y Joys, Ifa And m e to m y undoing. I look round And find no Path, but leading to the Grave. Bir. I cannot underftand thee. Ifa' My gooc* Friends ^ove, 1 thank 'cm, have at laft found out a way, T o make m y Fortune per fed; having you, I need no more j m y Fate is fimfh d here. Bir Both our ill Fates, I hope. jfa Hope is a lying, fawning Flatterer, That "(hews the fair fide only of our Fortunes^ T o cheat us ealier into our Fall; A trufted Friend, w h o only can betray you, Never believe him more. If Marriages [Goii H Or, The Innocent Adultery. : | jre made in Heav'n, they fhould be happier $hy was I made this Wretch ? Bir. Has Marriage made thee wretched > jfa. Miferable, beyond the* reach of Comfort> . Bir. Do I live to hear thee fay f0 ? jfa. Why! What did I fay? Bir. That I have made thee miferable. jfa. No: You are m y only Earthly Happinefs, /nd my falfe Tongue bely'd m y honeft Heart, If it faid other wife. Bir. And yet you faid, your Marriage made you miferable.' jfa, I know not what I faid: IVe faid too much, unlefs I could fpeak all. Bir. Thy Words are wild j m y Eyes, m y Ears, m ? Heart y Were all Co full of thee, Co m u c h employ'd In wonder of thy Charms, I could not find it: Now I perceive it plain Jfa. You'll tell no body [piflraaedly, Bir. Thou art not well. Jfa. Indeed I a m not; I k n e w that before, But where's the Remedy ? Bir. Reft will relieve thy Cares: C o m e , come; no more j 111 banifh Sorrow from tliee. Jfa. Banifh firft the Caufe. Bir. Heav'n knows h o w willingly. Jfa. You are the only Caufe. Bir. A m I the Caufe? the Caufe of thy Misfortunes? Jfa. The Fatal Innocent Caufe of all m y Woes. Bir. Is this m y welcome H o m e ? This the Reward Of all my Miferies, long Labours, Pains, And pining Wants of wretched Slavery, ;Which I've out-liv'd, only in hopes of thee > Am I thus paid at laft for deathlefs Love ? And cali'd the Caufe of thy Misfortunes n o w > . Jfa. Enquire no more j 'twill be explained too foon: Sir, What! Canft thou leave me too? [He flap hir* [ * . ifik |
