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Show I 42 The FAIR PENITENT. There howl out the Remainder of thy Life, And wifh thy N a m e may be no more remember'd. Cal. Yes, I will fly to fome fuch difmal Place, A n d be more curft than yon can wifh I were j This ratal Form, that drew on m y Undoing, Fafting, and Tears, and Hardfhip fhall deftroyi N o r Light, nor Food, nor Comfort will I know, N o r ought that may continue hated Life. Then when you fee m e meagre, wan, and chang'd, StrctchM at m y Length, and dving in m y Cave, O n that cold Earth I mean fhall be m y Grave, Perhaps you may relen', and fighing fay, At length her Tears have wafh'd her Stains away, At length 'tis time her Punifhment fhou'd ceafe; Die thou, poor fuffering Wretch, and be at Peace. x [Exit Califta. Sci. W h o of m y Servants wait there? Enter two or three Servants. O n your Lives . % • Take care m y Doors be guarded well, that none Pafs out, or enter, but by.my Appointment.* 9 [Exetwt Servant!, Alt. There is s fatal Fury in your Viiage, It blazes fierce, and menaces Deftrudtion : M y Father, I » » Tick of many Sorrows, Even now m y eafy Heart » breaking with 'em ; Yet, above all, one Fear dftrads m e moft, I tremble at the Vengeance which you meditate O n the poor, faithlefs, lovely, dear Uhfta. JH Haft thou not read what brave Vtrgtmus did? With his o w a Hand he flew h s only Daughter, T o favc her from the fierce Decemvir«. Luft. ^ H e flew her yet unfpoted, to prevent i The Shame whieh fhe might know. f ^ " ^ ™ ' But thou haft tyU my H a n d - 1 wo'nq t kill her, Yet, by the Ruin fhe has bought upon us, The common Infamy that brands us both, She fha'not Ycape. . , ? Alt. You mean that fhe fliall die then? &i Tk FAIR TENITENT. 4? U Ask m> not what, nor how I have refolv'd, nu j'tlont' what a vaft Scheme of Joy £ oD!deftroy'd! Wett did 1 hope ? si5 ushter wou'd have bleft m y latter Days, ? i Z M live to fee you the World's Wonder, So happy, great, and good that none were l,ke you. While I, from bufy Life and Care fet free, Had fpent the Evening of m y Age at home, Among a Vmleprattbng Race cf yours: There like an old Man, talk'd a while, and then Lain dawn and flept in Peace. Inftead of this, Sorrow and Shame muft bring me to m y Grave5 Oh damn her! damn her! Ertt tr a Servant. S<rv. Armyourfelf, my Lord; Rojfjawo, who but now efcap'd the Garden, Has gather'd in the Street a Band of Rioters, W h o thremn you, and all your Friends, with Ruin, Unfefs Lothario be return'd in Safety. Set. By Heav'n, their Fury rifes to m y Wifh, Nor fhall Misfortune know my Houfe alone, But thou, Lothario, and thy Race, fhall pay me For all the Sorrows which my Age is curft with. 1 think my Name as great, my Friends as potent, As any in the State; all fhall be fummon'd : I know th*t all will join their Hands to ours, And vindicate thy Vengeance. Raife the Body, And bear it in 5 his Friends fhall buy it dearly, 1 will have Blood for Ranfom: When our Force le full, and arm'd, we fhall expeft thy Sword lo jom with us,and facriflce to Juftice.- [Exit Sciolto. [The Body of Lothario is carried of by Servants ifmal fullen Stillntfs, that fuccccds * After rh!T°f lV8 e ?¥%&* ^MtUt Death, Alter the Turtwlt and the Noifr of Life. Ad Th |