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Show ( *5 ) M y filence fliou'd confirm your doubts, and I Your Love and Fears with equal Paflion Scorn. Viro. Where will this end ) O h W a s there not fufficient f Of forrow in m y Friends difpair to fink us, But this muft fwell the flood and bear us down, W h e n by tlae foaming Billows I was toft : W h e n the fierce Pyrates ratled from their Ships, A Storm of Sulphur, like the Mouth of Hell. In expectation of this Hour m y Soul « Difpis'd the danger, to the Winds I cry'd, Swell out the Sails, and let us drive amain. It wafts m e to Lucinda : I in her Shall find the fury of the Tempeft chang'd T o Sighs, fbft murmurings and to Tides of Love. Oh how deceitful were m y hopes ? how vain f As M e n inFeavers dream of fanning Breezes, Of Chrltal Springs, and burning wake In Fire. lucinda. Thy Treafbn has no need of this excufe, To make m y Guilt a bale pretence for thine. But how can I w h o m higher cares employ, Difpute with one fo little worth m y thought ? Think what thou wilt fince I no more fhall fee thee, And Confcious to m y felf of nothing ill. Thy Fears and Falfhood fhall no more difturb me. Viro. She's gone, and parted as fhe went a frown [Exit. Too piercing to be born. But if an angry look can wound m e thus, What muft it be to fee her fmileon him And fhoot at m e difdain. Oh Jopano, I w h o to day was foothing thee to Peace, Muft add the burthen of m y grief to thine, And urge thee to Revenge. Nor Guards nor Armies fhall fecure the Traytor T o punifh Tyrants and in Vengeance ftill, H e feldom wants the Pow'r w h o has the Will. ' The End of the Third Aff. E Aft |