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Show 2 We‘\;;_ T‘\ih S 5 A N e d l o K u y o t w w t f C Inan m i r f g m y m t i d p h y B d u w y l fl m l te c e c n C m And f r f b fe u y g g e e b n Had yo Conft. Rebellion, not thy Pardon, was thy Thought If otherwife, how canft thou anfwer Traitor For not confefling all when firft I met thee o t n d h a t f r S m o r P Crifp Had you not told me firft you were betroth'd ! %fld b i, | gr':'i s a0 Tt he h e by Hea 1 durlt not tempt your Wrath Const. How clofely, Traitor! Haft thou then enjoy'd her Crifp. Can you forgive me? Const. No. By this fhaking Flef Tho there thy Mother kneelt too by thy fide If thou haft touch'd her, Death and Curfes on thee ( (gth i Crifp. Oh by thofe Knees and Hands which I muft hold Racks, Racks, and Death; but not, your Curfes, Sir. fwutethen the Ruine whi Al Man, 1 will n \tfpread my Arms Uembr | fmis, What thou defer e, refolv'd upon m oI think the Man w . lomble 2 Wrong as tho Hklorany Mifchief: Th Conit. Forgive thee, Villain! if thou haft pefleft her Speak, or be curft Crifp. 1 will: but givemetime. " =~ 5 o[V ookt Conft. Let go. What time ? Thou haft confes'd already. = clean.sh data import.tsv out README 4 4 By that Demand i Crifp Conit Crifp What i I {wear thou haft enjoy'd her Swear not, and I'll confef What O Heav'n your Son has plighted hol S this Moment Vows? i Never to hight wit T T i I charge thee, on my Blefling, never hope i Nor ever think of loving her again Crifp. Impofiibilities! Were you a God i For I have {worn to love het while | have.Life | And if I love her I mult hép&Enjdyment & 7 ey Wt tho And.doom'd me thus, T cotld pot, Sir, obey yous:. @ Theretore, if thou haft not embrac'd her yet, -~ Hdgnt my Love, - /0, Tragtor, Cowa | !Cr!fp. Oh dmmibal, | kno U wbofe Life | ha Wb t tog well apy Conft. Why thenI make that Vow and Marriage ‘vain. A fa ?( 1§ much Vlllan am ;\\‘iu ,' perith. By t i« o fzf(P Wel Anvib:I 53[!( S S Const. Death then and Curfes on thy Difobedience? ° Off Villain ! Traitor ! grovel there on Earth. What, are you Plotters too? nay, then 's tim (3 To hafte his Ruine Ruine is thy doomy, ', o KON ; And wing'd with all my Curfes. it fhall come, ~Ex. with D la Crzip. Dalmatius and Sylvester ! 'Call him _.ac,,,k;,\ ad i d90.1 41(etA Hold, I5't defir i ather| Conft. 1f thou would'lt have my Blefling, fwear then, fwear; -« e But confcious then, how clofely 1 was link'd Thou haft not enjoy'd het Crifp. Swear then to forgive-me t :'}'- And I'll renounce-my Love: Heav'n 'tistoo fauch! - GoVTI QNIRINE &WI . b Bu VHHEIE 43di I A V 2 RS7 o A L iy,mt b l hav a bt my DC'\llh |