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Show ( *o ) Scene Lutinda's apArtmnt, fhe is difcover'd jkep-ing on a- Conch, alaper by her ; Iffamenea enters with a Dagger. S(fmiles: H E deeps, and dreaming o're her Cbnqueft, So much like Innocence (he looks, I fear M y pity, if I gaze again, wou'd fave her An ! Iffamenea, what art thou become A Murderer ? ha / w h o is it thou woud'ft kill? The Sifter of thy Lord, thy IOpano. H o w wou'd he thank thee were he living ?Down D o w n , ye remains of Vertue, you're too late, And rife untimely on my Soul. Can I endure to be reproacht and left? Loath'd by the Vertuous, by theWicked fcorn'd Can I with Patience fee her Charms ador'd ? While I, neglected, live a publick Jeft, A common Story for the mirth of Slaves. O h folfe Ambition why haft thou betray'd me To dee ds injurious to m y former Glory, N o w to forfake m e when I want thee moft ? Luc. Defend me all ye Pow'rs! [Lucinda waimpfes the r r • 7, ,?"? m y lnD0Cence a n d TutTVing vertue. {daner. JJJa. Halt thou nra! r.oh'd me of m y Husbands Heart ? And dolt thou not deferve That 1 fhould fearch thy Breaft to find him there? Luc Look norths furious Hide the fatal Steel: You won'not kill m e - Sure you have not loft * The dear Remembrance ofmy Brothers Love. And cannot wound his living Imape here. Iff/. What, thou'rt afraid to die,thouyoung DiiTernbler/ Too much tranfported with the Sweets cf Life 1*> look on Death with pleafure. By m y hopes Of |