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Show <8> C o u M he elfc, warm with* m y embrace, forfake me, And leave the rapture of m y Arms for thine ? But why a m I fo much concerned to Lofe A Conqueft I ahorr ? G o perjur'd / and enjoy your guilty Loves. Guilt, will enough avenge me, and Remorfe.[£jf/r hue. What haft thou done Phorfano ? By thy means M y Honour will become as foul as Hers. More Cruel thou / than Renegades or Turks, Than ^ftrick Robers,or a wintei Storm ; Compared to thee, the Savages were Kind, Humane and Gentle. Oh that / had fain By Seas orPyrates/ I fhou'd then have dy'd PolTeft of what is dearer than m y Life. A fpotlefsFame, like all m y wifhes, p u r e . - Phor. Malice nor Envy cannot hurt thy Vertue O'rc m e victorious, till I fee thy Eyes, And then the Fearer burns, and I relapfe. Peace to m y lovely Innocence: For foon Thy Sifter of her Error fhall repent, Adore theeasa Saint,and on her Knees /mplore thy Pardon, andconfefs her fin. £ Exit Luc. In what a Ma*e of Mifery I walk ! An Orphan and a Stranger in the World ; N o Friend to be the Partner of my Woe. Oh I Opano happy in thy Tomb Coud'ft thou have born to lee thy Bed defll'd, 7hy Houlc abuf'd, and m e the Sport of Fame.'' An out-cart Living on a Tyrants alms [Chains, Sure'twou'd have rackt theeworfe than Want or Than Whips, and Wheels, or all the Plagues of Life; Driv'n thee to Madnefs as it works on me Pierct thee with Wounds thy Nature could not bear, And khTd thee with the worft of Deaths, Defpair. 1he End of tbe&r/Afa ACT id |