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Show ( ii ) Of dreadful Juftice, if I find thee guilty This minute I'll have Peace, or thou (halt die. LUCt Strike, kill m e rather than miftruft m y Honour. 'Tis all, fince IOpano1f Death, is left m e : Think not by Threats to force m e to confefs Whatlabhorr, what you fo lately loath'd. O h Ifjamenea ! O h m y once lov'd lifter ! Where is your boafted Conftancy ? O h where The fond, the faithful, tender IOpano Cou'd you fo foon forget his wondrous Friendfhip So foon your Innocence and haughty Vertue, Which jendred you as lovely as your Charms. Iffa. I (corn thy vile Beproaches?and will prove H o w fallely I'm aceuf'd, H o w juftly thou. Luc. W h y was m y Brother then difpatcht to Venice. Iffa. Ask thofe that govern w h y the ftate commands Such Chriftians as are found among their Foes Before they're let at Liberty, be fent To Vtnke and examined by the Senate. Luc. Natives of Spain, Confederate in the War, The Priviledge of Friends w e might expect Tho', by a Rover, taken in our Voyage, Virotto found us in a Turkifh Ship. He brought us here for fafety, as a Port Where paiT^2 fooneft would prefent for Cales; The Winds have oft been fair and VefTels fail'd; Yet ftill detain'd, w e think no more of Spain ; The Lofs of Friends contented w e endure. H o w when a Wife, to make you room, was flain, O h Iffamenea, how cou'd you in Peace Receive the Murderer to your Bed? Ifa. The Syren. But thisMurderer fince it feems ' Virotto enters, is furprizfd, remains unfeen. Has found the w a y to win on more Than me. This Steel which is to punifh thee defign'd. II from m y Duty I have err'd and thou r Thy |
