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Show ( 17 ) - - * • ' „ » in.. ACTIH. Scene. An Antich amber in the Pall tee, near th Governours Appartmens. I Virotto. IOpano. Difguis'd like a Moor. Pir. r • ^HUS far we undifcover'd by his Slaves X Have paft, and now have only him to Phorfano knew fb little of thy Voice, | (fear Thy Shape, or Perfon when he fent thee hence Thy Image in his Mind ere this is Loft ; Yet if his Guilt preferves thee in his Thought, W h o , IOpano^ thus difguis'd, ccu'd know thee ? To me (carce known, who wear thee next my LOp* Scarce to m y (elf,fo fain from what I was; (Hear From Love, from Peace and Happinefs (b fain, The very Nature of m y Soul is chang'd, Or elfe they flatter'd m e ; or I was once Kind, Noble, Honeft, Generous and Sincere But now, (b like this Sable I a m grown, 7here's not a Savage in the Lybian Woods, W h o thirfts for Blood and Milchief, more than / Revenge / the Goddefs 1 adore, afiift m e ; Let m e be deaf to ev'ry Voice but thine, , Aid me ye Furies/ pfr Yon forget, m y Friend ; ' This Madnefs ruins thee, and faves the Tyrant. Ye patient, fawn, diflemble, praife and foothhim Till ofhisTreafon and thy Wrongs convinc'd : A lucky Minute puts him in thy pow,r. Cyprus amazed, will then applaud thy Vengeance; And thofe w h o call it cruel, think it juft. D lop. Where, |