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Show §6 E D W A k D and U. SCENE IV. Edward, Glofter, Theald. To them Selim conducing Eleonora, Daraxa. Sel. Raife thy Eyes, O King of England, T o the bright Witnefs of m y blamelets Honour. Edw. N o ; Beauty fliali no more engage ipy It (hall no more profane the Shrine devoted T o the fweet Image of m y Elencra ! Let her declare her Knowledge in this Matter. Eleo. Will not m y Edward blefs m e with a iook I Edw. What Angel borrows Eleonora'* voice ! ' O thou pale fhade of Her I weep for ever ! Permit m e thus to worfhip thee Thou art! Amazing Heaven ! - - T h o u art m y Eleonora! M y Eleonora'* Self m y dear, m y feltf M y living Eleonora I What to whom O w e I this Miracle ? this better Life? Oppreffive Joy 1 owe I m y Eleonora f Eleo. T o him, that generous Prince, who put his Life His Honour on the defperate Rifque to fave me, W h e n number'd with the Dead ; who brought, him. felf, A fwi.t and powerful Remedy, by which Jam to Light reftor'd to thee, m y Edward I Edw. T o him ! to him ! O monftrous! whom I, thus, Hove with fuch Inhumanity infulted / p blind, O brutilh, O injurious Rage ! E L E O N O R A. t7 they they, are wife, who when they feel thv M *n nefs, y *au* Seal up their Lips. And can'ft thou then forgive m e Thou who haft o'er me gain'd that nobleft T n u r a pV Tbe Triumph 0{ Humanity? Thou canft. * Tiseafier for the Generous to forgive Than for Offence to ask it. Sel. Ufe, not Prince, So harfh a Word. More than forgive, I love Thy noble Heart, thy beautiful Diforder. 0 ! I am too much Man, I feel, myfelf, Too much the charming Force of human Paflions E'er to pretend, with fupercilious 13row, With proud affetfed V»rtue, to difdain them Edw - H o w , generous Suit™, how fhall I requite Thee ? * Here-Take thy lov'd Daraxa, whom I meant lohave reftor'd, when thi. Misfortune happened : But fecret- working Heaven ordzin'd her ftav To fave us ail. '' Sel. Wert thou the Lord of L^rth Thou could'ft nu ^ive m c more !-^m y dear ^ raxa ! Bid Edw. Hence to the - the Soldiers ^^ my GloM Forfake the Trenches £*> _ Reign, fearlefs, o'er the cpingkc!Pnbdundefj Joy Go, tell m y faithful Soldiers, that f^p and City- My Eleonora live, ! A Prize beyond '*" Queen The Chance of W a r to give ! one lives tu My too imptrious Temper, and to make trften To make m y People happy !-^ O m y Soui 1 What Love e'er tquall'd thine I O deareft / belt j Pride of thy Sex ! inimitable Gqptrnefs ? Whenever W o m a n henceforth ihall be prais'd For conjugal Affection, M e n will fay There mine the Virtues of an Eleonora ! Tranfporting Bills! How bountiful is Heavci Deprefliog often, but to r3ife us more. Let never thofe defpair who follow Virtue. |
