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Show (+1) Begone,-- and merit by his Death to live. Jop. Will ,this too morrow be your dire Command? Iffa. Too morrow ? by the Terrors of m y Soul, Or He or Thou fhalt ere the Morning bleed. Oh ! hadft thou always been as wife as now, As Loath to dip thy hands in Blood, m y Lord, M y Love, m y Jopano, had been mine. This Night had n o w renew'd our Bridal Joys ; Thefe Arms embrac'd him with fupream delight, W e had now met and never parted more. Again w e foon lhall meet, look there-I fee him [She runs H e skims before m y Eyes a Ghaftly fhade : [to him.be avoids I have him, nay indeed you fhall not leave m e ; [her. T o Bed m y Lord, 'tis late and lam fick. Jop. She raves, and I muft flatter her Difeafe : Peace, Madam, all is well, fuppofe it done. Iffa. Swear, - fince to doubt it, drives m e to Diftraction; SWear, that thy Dagger pierc'd the Traytors heart, And view the World of wealth which then is thine, [points to Jop. I fwear, the Traytor by this Dagger fell, [the Casket. And you and all thefe Treafures are m y own. [Seiges it. Iffa. The deadly Draught, or elfe m y fears o'ercome me, M y trembling Arm abhors the Bloody deed; Infpire m e Furies / with your frantick Rage, Route all that's Cruel in m y nature ! This [Stabs him twice. For Jopano, -for m y Husband, -This Jop. Hold Iffamenea, Hold, 'Tis thou in me, Haft pierc'd the faithful Heart of Jopano : Ah / hadft thou lov'd m e as thou oft haft fworn, N o fhape nor no difguife cou'd hide m e from thee ; But by thy Falfhood and thy Pride, eftrang'd M y very Image in thy Soul, is loft, And I for one who baths thee a m forgot. Enter Virotto. Virotto. O h Jopano ! H a fupport m e Heav'n ! r G What |