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Show OS) IOp. Where, Where's this Governour? W h y am I delay *d ? Oh if 7 meditate on this again I (ball indeed be mad ; for now, Vrrotto, The Traitor revels with m y Joys, while I A fordid Wretch, amwaitiughere to fee him C o m e panting from her Arms, and on her Lips Behold my Kiffes wantonly impreft. Hal 7 Vir. Is it thus tlm you command your Fury? Phorfano when he hears of m y Arrival Will foon be with us, to inform his Fears \ By whom, and how he was obey'd. No more, if he (hou'd meet yon in this rage, your Life Will anfwerfor your Folly. lop. 1 am calm. Thoc Vengeance here I feel is in her throws To bring the dreadful iflue forth, a Birth, Destructive to'the fire of w h o m 'tis born* Vir. Be wife, your Tryal and your Foe approach. I'nter Governour and his Attendants. Phor. Welcome to Cyprus and m y Arms Virotto, Not a young Lover to his longing Bride Not thed, with all fhy Wifhes to Luetnda Canft b* more welcome than thou art to me. My Friend, finy Brother I V*r- 'tis too much my Lord. Can my poor Services deferve this Honour? Enough that you acceptmy Will, and think M y Duty to my utmoft Strengh perform'd. , What have Idone to merit this horn you ? horJ* I owe to thee a Bleffing which is dearer Than Life or Sov'reign Pow'r. M y peace of Mind. Whofe is this Moor ? P*r* He's mine, to him you owe A |