OCR Text |
Show <M) Have us'd m e thus, By thee of all depri v'd; Of m y Souls Quiet, and I feartt's Joy; You watch'd m y Vertue when m y Guard was gone, And falfely as you won, you bafely left me. Phorf. Ask your Ambition, Madam,:who deceiv'd you: The Court Magnificence, our Royal Gran deur Our Wealth, which fcarce your Indian Mines can purchafe; Thefe were the Charms, and thefe you fear to Iofe. if*. Didft thou not Sigh and Languifh at m y Feet > Swear that thou lov'dft m e more than fame or pow'r, Than Biches, Health, or what in Life is fweet, And yet,ingrate, before a Month is paft, • 'Tis all forgot, as if it ne're had been. Phorf. N o , / remember well your Artful wiles, Your foft bewitching Airs, you Sung, you Play'd, You looksd,youdreft,and deckt your felf for conqueft; You met m y wifhes, flatter'd m y defires, And with the cunning of your Sex enflav'd, me. In W a r and Love, what er'e by Art is got, is foonerloft,than what is w o n by Arms. Iff A. Didft thou not point thy Dagger to m y Breaft; ^nd with the viewoffudden £>eath furprife m e ? Say, did thy Flattery, or Threats prevail.? Say have I fince I joyn'd m y Fate with thine, £>ifcovered by a tender Word or Smile The leaft content, or that I lik'd thy Love r Phorf. You fhewyour liking when you dread a Change IJfa. N o Tyrant, if thy Life, thy all's too little To ^fnfwer m y defert from thee,I well M a y rave to think that Pmrepay'd with fcorn. Tis juft,ye pow'rs! Ev'n this from him is juft;" Thefe Tears to IOpano*:s Death are due. I w h o no fooner heard he was no more, But took a Monfter to his Bed ; I fee ' M y ruin is as plain as thou art falfe. Oh |