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Show irSo The FATAL M A R R I A G E - I Or, The Innocent Adultery. 161 And faw her give up all m y Happmefs The treafure of her Beauty, to another. Stood by, and faw her married to anotner. O cruel Father! and unnatural Brother! Shall I not tell you that you have undone me? I have but to accufe you of m y Wrongs, And then to fall forgotten Sleep, or Death, Sits heavy on me, and benums m y Pains: Either is wefcome; but the Hand of Death Works always fure, and beft can clofe m y Eyes. [Em Bir Enter Nurfe and Sampfon. Nurfe. Here's ftrange Things towards, Sampfon: % will be the End of 'em, do you think? Sam. Nay, marry Nurfe, I can't fee fo far; but ti Law, I believe, is on Biron, the firft Husband's Side. Nurfe. Yes; no Queftion, he has the Law on hisS Sam. For I have heard, the L a w fays, a Woman m be a Widow, all out feven Years, before fhe can roar again, according to Law. Nurfe. Ay, fo it does; and our Lady has not been W i d o w altogether feven Years. Sam. W h y then, Nurfe. mark m y Words, and fay told you fo: The M a n muft have his Mare again, audi will do well. Nurfe. But if our n e w Mafter Villeroy comes bad g a i n - ' Sam. Why, if he does, he is not the 6rft Mantkb had his Wife taken from him. Nurfe. For fear of the worft, will you <go to \ki Count, defire him to come as foon as he can, theremaj fee mifchief, and he is able to prevent iu Sam. N o w you fay fornething, n o w I take you.&i that will do v/ell indeed : Mifcnief fhould be prevented;! little thing will make a Quarrel, when there's a Wow in the Way. I'll about it inftantly-- [&« S C EN! S C E N E drawn, Jhews Biron afleep Couch. Ifabella comes in to him. on a jfa. Afleep fo foon ! O happy! happy !io thus can'ft fleep: I never fhall fleep thou! Who thus can'ft fleep: I never fhall fleep more. Jf then to fleep be to be happy, he Who fleeps the longeft, is the happieft;' Death is the longeft Sleep. O ! have a Care, Mifchief will thrive apace. Never wake more; [To Bir, If thou dldft ever love thy Ifabella, Tc-morrow rnuft be Dooms-day to thy Peace. The fight of him difarms ev'n Death it felf; The fhrting Tranfport of n e w quickning Life Gives juft fuch Hopes; and Pleafure grows again With looking on him Let m e look m y laft-• Bat is a Look enough for parting Love! Sure I may take a Kifs where a m I going! Help, help me, Villeroy \ Mountains, and Seas Divide your Love never to meet'my Shame. [Throws herfelf upon the Floor; after a fhort paufe, fh* raifes her felf upon her Elbow. What will this Battel of the Brain do with m e ! This little Ball, this ravag'd Province, long Cannot maintain The Globe of Earth wants room And food for fuch a W a r - - I fin'd I'm g o i n g - Famine, Plagues, and Flames, Wide Wafte and Defolation, do your W o rk Upon the World, and then devour your felves, - T h e Scene fhifts faft [She rifes.'] and n o w 'tis better with me, Confli&ing PaiTions have at laft unhing'd The great Machine; the Soul it felf feem'd chang'd: 0, 'tis a happy Revolution here! The rcas'ning Faculties are all depos'd, Judgment, and Underftanding, c o m m o n Senfe, J W n out; as Traitors to the publick Peace. Now I'm reveng'd upon m y Memory, Her |