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Show (7) I bluifh to o w n it, and defervethis Scorn, Oh had he drencht his Dagger in my Blood, M y Sou] e're this had been with lop*io But now 7 dread to meet him, and prefer' A Lite of Mifery to Death and Reft/ Phor. My Wife! rI Iff a. My Traitor / Phor. Help, oh help; Luc/ndahints ; Breathlefsand pale I met her in the Grove : Help m e (he dies ; Jffa. Butfoon will live again; Revive to tranfport, and repeat her Guilt. Phor. Haft thou no tendernefs ? N o fofr remains Of-melting pity for a dying Maid? Thy Friend, thy After ? Is there nought in thefcr To calm thy rage, and guide thy 6bul to Tiuth ? Sure.thou art grown diftemper'd with thy Pride, z/nd giddy with the Fortune of my Love. Iff a. Did I for this admit thee to m y Bed ? Deaf *o the voice of Friendfhip and of Love ? For this, Ungrateful, did I fell m y Peace, Forget m y Griefs,and blefs thee to thy Wilh. ? But clear m e to the World, and o w n my Fear Comply 'd to give thee what m y Heart deny'd: Witnefsmy /nnocence to Earth and Heav'n ; And thou, Perfidious/ Dread avenging Juftice. Luc. Unhappy/ canft thou talk of Heaven and Juftice? * Think of thy Friend, wholov'd thee like a Sifter. O h think of lOpano, and by w h om Thy Husband and thyFriend are now ncrn'ore.[iw/>j Iffa. See how the Syren with diffembled teais And Artful Sorrow gilds her loofe Defirei/ • T o rhee,young Hypocrite,!owe m y ruin? Not to the Force of thy fuperiour Beauty ; By Spells thou haft feduc'd him. J »»i J Cou'd |
