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Show ( 39) ACT V. Scene Iffameneas Apartment, fhe is difcover'd leaning on a Table, a Bowl, a Dagger and a Casket by her. Iffamene. Sola. IF fuch as Intreft or Revenge deftroy'd Knew h o w their Foes are tortur'd by remorfe, Enough they would believe 'em punifh'd here, Nor wifh 'em for their pains a future Hell. W h a t arc the terrors of the Damn'd to this Their Seas of Sulphur, and their Lakes of Fire T o guilt of Murder, and to full defpair ? Yet Innocent m y felf: for what fhould I Repent of others Sins, or bear their wounds ? Phorfano did jt Curfe m y fatal Beauty, His hands but acted what m y Eyes inipir'd. T o make m e h i s - M y Friend, m y Husband dy'd, ^nd yielding to be his, the Crime is mine. O h Jopano ! If in word or wifh I once contented to thy Death, may Heav'n Shut its bright Gates, and drive m y guilty Soul From Blifs and thine for ever. This m y Pray'r, And this the fureft witnefs of m y truth, [She drinks Yet ftill his Ghoft for further Vengeance cries The Murd'rer lives. I hear and will obey thee, [Enter Jop, The Moor return'd. Well where's the Governour^ Refts he fecure and are thefe treafures thine ? Jop. Had 1 believ'd you meant tobeobev'd, This Steel e're this hadcut his thread of Life. But oft when W o m e n fancy they are wrong'd Such as have ferv'd'emin their wrath have found therm |