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Show ("":'"VG - L LJOA | -1/&07)@7: 6 put fpare his Perfon for his Father's fake POifon P ffl{- Let'me come, if he be mad I have thar fhall cure him There's no Surgeon in all Arragon has o muc Dexterity as I have at breathing of the Temple-vein Int i W Jor. My Right for me ferel «- Raym. Our Liberty for us Omn. Liberty, Liberty L4s they are ready to fight Enter Lorenzo and his Party Lor. On forfeit of your Lives lay down your Arms Alph. How, Rebel, art thou there Lor. Take your Rebel back again, Father mige The beaten Party are Rebels to the Conquerours I have been at hard-head with your butting Citizens " ..crouted your Herd ; I have difperft the And now they are retreated quietly From their extraordinary Vocation of F ighting i ' PJnu:'..M App LG 1. 1 d, a 20 The Streets, to their ordinary Vocation of Cozenin In their Shops Zor. to Raym. You fee tis vain contending with the Truth Acknowledge what I am Raym. You are my King: wou'd you wou'd be your own But by a fatal fondnefs you betra Your Fame and Glory to th' Ufurper's Bed Enjoy the Fruits of Bloud and Parricide Take your own Crown from Leonora's Gift And hug your Father's Murtherer in your Armes Enter Queen and Terela Alph. No more: behold the Queen En ';'Frfihtl" " ,lu‘ v L.‘V e e Women Raym. Behold the Bafilisk of Zorrifmond That kills him with her Eyes, I will fpeak on My Life is of no farther ufe to me I wou'd have chaffer'd it before for Vengeance Now let it go for Failing Tor. (Afide.) My Heart finks in me while I hear him f{peak And every flackn'd fibre dropsiits hold Like Nature letting down the Springs of Life So much the Name of Father aws me {lill Send off the Crowd (mands For you, now I have conquer'd, I can hear with honour your DeLor.to Alph. Now, Sir,who proves the Traytor? My Confcienc Is true to me, it always whifpers right whe I hav |
