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Show bTe-Double Difcovery But, oh, the Madnefs of my high attemp Speaks louder yet! and all together-cry 1 I love and T defpair Qu. Have you not heard My Father, with his dying voice bequeath' My Crown and me to Bertran > And dare you A private man, prefume to love a Quee Zor. That that's the Wound I fee you fet fo high ~ As no.Defert, or Services, can reach Good Heav'ns, why gave you me a Monarch's Soul And crufted it wit Why gave you m And fucha Span t By fome O'er-haft bafe Plebeian Clay Defires of fuch extent grafp'em? Sure my lo Angel was mif plac' In Fate's Eternal Volume!-ButI rave And, like a giddy Bird, in dea Fly round the Fire that fcorche Qu. Yet, Zorrifmond, you'v But I may give you Counfel fo Zor. 1 cannot nay of night me to death not o ill deferv'd your Cure I wifh not to be curd Qu. (Afide.) NorI, Heav'n knows Zor. There is a Pleafure fur In being Mad, which none but Madmen know Let meindulge it: let me gaze for ever And, fince you are too great to be belov'd Be greater, greater yet; and be ador'd Qu. Thefe are the words which I muft onely hea krom Bertran's mouth; they fhou'd difpleafe from you I fay they fhou'd: but Women are {o vain To like the Love, though they defpife the Lover Yet, that T may not fend you from my figh In abfolute defpair-I pity you Zor. Am1 then pity'd! I 'have liv'd enough Death, take me in thic moment of my Joy But when my Soul is plung'd in long oblivion Spare this one Thought : let me remember Pity And fo deceiv'd, thinkall my life was blesd Q. What if 1 add a little to my Alms If that wou'd help, I cou'd caft in‘a Tea To your Misfortunes. - Zor. A Tear! You have-o'er bid allmy paft Sufferings s - AN |