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Show r 35 > If thou woud'ft have m e think thy ftory true, Leave m e Virotto, leaft I melt like thee, And to thy ruin I believe her guiltlcfs. Vir. Believe m e what thou wilt, believe m e falfe, But thus I'll hold thee, till thy Sifter's fafe. Luc. Thus too I'll hold him, hang about his Knees, Crawl on the Earth, till he has heard m y Vow, Not that I fear to Dye or wifh to Live. With joy when I have juftify'd m y Vertue, I'll meet the threatned wound. Death will be pleafant by a Brother's Sword, With my cold Lips Pll kits his bloody Hands, And as our Mother Dying bleft us, blefs him. Jop. Off! And for ever let m e fling thee from me Unworthy of m y Rage, I'll fpurn and leave thee, T o perifh by defpair. But that I know The untainted Honour, of the Saint who bore thee, I fhou'd believe thee of a fpurious race, A luftful Mercenary Beggars Brat, And throw thee, as a Viper from m y Bofbm. Luc. Hear me ye Powr's / If I have fin'd in ward Or wifh, and have not like a Virgin liv'd. Blefs me, or Curfe m e as I fwear for ever. Speak Zjrma ! thou wert with m e in the Grove, The fad Companion of m y grief; for what Were we then there ? Zjtr. T o Mourn a Cruel Brother. Vir to Lucinda.Hsncc quickly Hence,I hear Ph§rfano*s voice Retire, with us his fatal to be found. [Phor. within caffs to Luc. Were I that guilty one which you pretend [Servants. In your Destruction, I might now be fafe ; But as I keep the fecret, think m e true. Vir. Say, yeu juft enter'd as the Moor had feiz'd me. And when he was about to kill me, fhriek'd. [Enter Phot&c. Phor.Whence this Confufion and this Midnight noife ? [Thet F » Lut, |