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Show 48 OEDIPUS. The M a n w h o loves like m c , Wou'd think ev'n Infamy , the woril of M s, Were cheaply purchas'd, were rhy Love thcPriZc. Uncrown'd, a Captive, nothing left but Honour! *Tis the laft thing a Prince fhou'd throw away' Bur when the Storm grows loud , and threatens Love,' Throw ev'n that over-board, for Love's the Jewel' And laft it muft be kept. Creon. to Dio.] W o r k him, be fure, T o Rage , he's paflionate : Make him th' AgrefTor. D*o/0 falfe Love 1 Falfe Honour ! Creon. Diftembled both , and falfe ! lAdrafl. Dar'ft thou fay thus to m e ? Creon. T o you / W h y , what are you, that I fhould fear you ? I a m not Lajus : hear m e , Prince of zAr^os • You give what's nothing , when you pjvc your Honour ; 'Tis gone ; 'tis loll in Battel. For your Love, V o w s made in W i n e arc not fo falfe as that: Y o u kill'd her Father •, you confeft you did: A mighty Argument to prove your PaiTion to the Daughter 1 (and not retort <j€drap. afide. God's I muft I bear this Brand, T h e Lie to his foul Throat ? Dio, Bafely you kill'd him. (alio*fire! tAdrafl. afide. O h , I burn inward -, my Blood's tAlcides, w h e n the poyfon'd Shirt fat dofeft, Had but an Ague-fit to this m y Fever. Yet , for Eurydice , ev'n this I'll fuffer, T o free m y Love Well then, I kill'd him bafely, Cre. Fairly , I'm fure you could not. Dio. Noralo::c. (Princc; Cre. Y o u had your Fellow-Thieves about you, They conquer'd , and you kill'd. oidraft. afiae. D © w n , fwclling Heart! c OEDIPUS. 49 Tis for thy Princefs all-O m y Eurydice! - [To her. Euryd. to him. Reproach not thus the Weaknefs of m y Sex j As if I could not bear a fhameful Death , Rather than fee you burden'd with a Crime, Of which I know you free. Cre. You do ill , M a d a m , To let your headlong Love triumph o'er Nature. Dare you defend your Father's Murderer ? Eur. You know he kill'd him not. Cre. Let him fay fo. Dio. See , he flands mute. Cre. O pow'r of Conference, ev'n in wicked M e n! It works, it flings, it will not let him utter One Syllable, not one, to clear himfelf From rhe moft bafe, derefted, horrid Act That e'er cou'd ftain a Villain , not a Prince. cAdrafi. Ha/ Villain/ Dio. Eccho to him , Groves: Cry Villain. tAdrafl. Ler m e confider: Did I murder Lajus Thus like a Villain ? Cre. Beft revoke your Words , And fay, you kill'd him nor. tAdrafi. Not like a Villain: Prithee change m e that For any other Lie. Dio. N o , Villain, Villain. Cre. You kill'd him nor / Proclaim your Innocence: Accufe the Princefs : So I knew 'twould be. tAdraft. I thank thee ; thou inftrucTft m e : No matter h o w I kill'd him. Cre. afide. Cool'd again. (Confcience, Eur. Tbou who ufurp'ft the facred N a m e of Did not thy o w n declare him innocent ? To m e declare him fo ? T h e King fhall know ir. Cre. Youwillnotbebeliev'd, for I'll forfwear it. Eur. What's n o w thy Confcience ? Cre. 'Tis m y Slave , m y D m d g e , m y fupplc Glove; D My |