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Show (»5> Oh may the Judgment that's prepar'd forme, Fall on the Traytor w h o Debauch'd m y Venue. Phorf. What's Vertue in a W o m a n but her Pride, Which gives her an excufe to be Imperious? Self Love and open affectation all, ./4s troublefom to others as your felves : When Pomp and adoration are in view, The Phantom to her Native Air returns. Iff a. Judge not of other W o m e n , by thy Wife ; As I in pitty to Mankind am loth To think 'em all fuch Wretches as thy felf. Hard Fate, that I fhou'd meet with thee the worft / W h o once was happy in the belt of Men. Phorf. This worft of Men, this Traytor yet is he W h o rais'd you from a Wand'rer to a Station Which Queens might Envy, by your Faithful Lord Forfaken, I Iooktkindly on your wants; Receiv'd you to uiy ^4rms, and w h o m at firft M y Charity maintain'd, m y Love enrich'd ; And thus you thank m e : H o w could I expect A Senfe ol Gratitude in rhee ? Whofe Jealoufy abus'd the belt of Sifters, Difcreet and Vertuous as (he's Young and Fair, Her Virgin Soul as Beauteou s as her Form, ^nd both by thine Unequal'd. Yes! I in her fhall looneft reach thy Heart: Thy Malice I defpifeand hate thee more For thinking m e a Foo!>than for betraying me. Jf thy Falfe Tongue cou'd charm me, have I loft ' M y Sight, and muft not what I fee believe ? ToMadnefs may'ft thou Love her; and may fhe Like thee be Faithlefs;may I loath thee more Than Heav'n does Hypocrites, or Hell the Juft . May Food be Poifon to me, Light a Plague; May Sleep be banifht from thefe Orbs, may Pain, Old |
