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Show (it) Vir. So fond am I to think in this like you, That rather than fufpect Luanda's truth, T o truft m y Eyes or Ear I fhou'd refute : Yet oh ! if any one but She had met The Ravifher alone at Even, and kifs'd And clafp'd him in the darknefs of a Grove. Had I o're heard her jealous Sifter tell her, She faw their eager KifTes, their Embraces, And the fair Criminal (hould anfwer, She nere had ventur'd had fhe known him there. What Jopano woud'ft thou have m e think ? Jop. That W o m a n was defign'd ac her Craarion, T o be too cunning and too fair for M a n : 'Twas to remove thee ; I'm imploy'd and paid T o kill thee, by m y faithful Comfort hir'd T o (tab the Adultrer; do I look a Villain Fit for the mifchiefs of this dreadful Night ? Enter Lucinda, Zarma. Luc. Hence Zjrma, let us leave this horrid Manfion, And to the next Religious fly for fafcty ; The Airs contagious and the Houle accurtt .* W h o m can I truft, from w h o m expect defenfe, Where look for Juftice for m y Brother's death ? His Friend forfakes him, and too much I fear, Forfbok him e're he dy'd; he could not elfe Have been fb cruel, fo unjuft to me. Jop. T o you ! If you are Jopano\ Sifter ; H e dying bad m e fay, remember well H o w tenderly he bred you from a Child, H o w much he lov'd, h o w well he taught your Youth; And have a care you injure not his name. Luc. From him a MefTage tho' it comes by thee, Will be molt welcome in this hour of woe. Jop. Ask her, he cry'd, if She has well obferv'd This LefTpn, that 'tis Vertue only makes |
