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Show (lO) Wee'l meet in Extafy and part no more. Vir. Oh IOpano! lOp' Why again that Sigh ? W h y doft thou tremble at m y Name? Vir. I then W a s thinking of the Frailty of our Blilfes; Are they not tranfitory all and falfe? IOp. They arewhereHeav'n has notpronounc'd'em good;. Mine are the Fruit of our connubial Vows, Sincere and Jafting as the B onds which make * Our Souls, our Bodies, and our /ntrefts one. Vir. But not our Paffions; w e have heard at leaft Of faithlefs husbands and inconftant Wives. Too well I know thy merit, to believe That 'tis in thee to change. IOp. And I too well M y \ffarmma,% Vertue, to fufpect •Thatev'nin thought lhe cou'd abufe m y love Already fhe has paft the fiery Tryal ; W h e n from the Indies we were bound for Spain; The Turk w h o took us on the Coaft,from w h om (Or ftill w e had been Slaved thy valour free'd us In vain, to win her from her Duty, ftrove. Shefcorn'd his Threats, his Promifes defpif'd; Chains, Poverty and Death, fhe chofe with me,. Ere all the Pleafures of the Eaftwith him. Oh .fhe is formcdoffine Etherial Mould, Pure from the Makers hand,and free from Drofs. Vir. What pity thou fhoudcft e'er be undeceiv'd, W h y muft I wake thee from this pleafing Dream ? lOp. What means Virotto ?' Vir. Oh too much, m y Brother, I muft, evcn I, w h o wou'd, to ferve thee, rufh On pointed Swords,and plunge into the Deep; I, w h o to make thee happy, wou'd relign What to m y .Heart is deareft, I muft tell A Tale which will for ever make thee miferable. |