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Show T o fee the Monfter fhe produc'd. Murder his Friend juft clear of his embrace, With Bleffings kind as from a Brothers Lips. Kill his Virotto \ Oh inhumane Governour ! [Enter IfTa. But H e and Cypras fhall be fafe e're Morn. Iffa. Ha, • W h o art thou that in this Hour of Night, Art meditating Death, a Moor,and Arm'd ? Whofe Fate is next ? Whofe Murder is refolv'd ? Say, how can Cyprus e're the Morn be fafe ? Nay do not ftart, thy Life is in m y pow'r. Is there a way to free us from the Tyrant ? Thetreafures of thislfle fhall then be thine,, And I w h o never wasefteem'd the leaft Will o w n thee for m y Friend. Jop. O h W o m a n , W o m a n ! Iffa. W h y doft thou tremble, can an Africk Robber Bred up with Savages and Beafts of Prey ? Canft thou, by Nature cruel fhrink at things, The fbfteft of her Sex undaunted Names. Jop. Not you alone this Sable has deceiv'd, Too fond of your Complexions, you believe Our looks deform'd, and think our Minds the fame .j Yet oft behind this Cloud there fhines a Soul, The brightnefs of whofe Rays wou'd ftrike you blind, If you o're heard m y vow, you know for what % That Solemn Oath was made : But how can you The fbfteft of your Sex, and fure the faireft ; H o w can you yield to dip thofe hands in Blood ? What are your wrongs ? 'Iffa. And what,art thou that askft me? Enough that I command it to be done, Durit thoudifputemy Will whofe Trade is Death ? If thou art paid what matters it by whom, Or in whole Breaft the fatal Steel is plung'd ? Jop. What Barbarous M a n can Merit this from you, whom |