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Show ( 3* ) Iff*. That pafTage there Conducts to m y AppartOdent; Bring m e the welcome News, and when 'tis done, Thence with the treafure w e may both efcape. [E Jop. O h from what height of Vertue is She fal'n, Into the Ioweft depths of Sin and Shame ! They Dye The Traytor and the Traytrefs Dye ; Her laft contrivance puts 'em in m y pow'r, And I on both fhall riot m y revenge. Enter Virotto. Virotto! W h y with this dejected mien ? Thou haft no forrows of thy own ; thy heart Shou'd have no room but for approaching Blifs. Fir. Oh Jopano \ fince w e parted laft, Shou'd I declare the Vifion I have feen, Twou'd fink thee lower than thou yet art fal'n.- Jop. Tell me, for I'm to meet the worft prepar'd, The worft already I have met and heard : M y Wife confefs her Treafon, Court a Moor With impious fmiles, to kill the M a n fhe hates; And thus revenge m y Death. Vir. Or rather thus, Her felf; for I a m wrong'd as well as thou : The Tyrant will not be content with one, Scarce the whole Sex can cool his hot defires, But Wives and Virgins to his Luft muft yield. Lucinda is like Iffamenea chang'd, And faithlefs both as w e are both unhappy. Jo. H a ! If thou art not of m y Houfe afham'd, Beware Virotto! do not touch that thought, 'Tis poyfbri to our Friendfhip. I yet a m willing to believe thee honeft, Tho' the leaft doubt againft m y Sifters Honour, Will force m e with the rancour of thy Foe,. T o tell thee that 'tis falfe. So well I know the.fecrets of her Heart; There's not a Saint whofe wifhcs are more pure, Nor Life more innocent than Hers. |