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Show ( +*) What has m y Brother in his Madnefs done? Whence did thefe wounds, this mighty ruin come. ?{op. From the dire fource ot all m y woes, ray Wife 3 old her fteel, yet reeking with m y Blood, And pitty if thou Canft thy Dying Friend. Vir. O h thou rnoft Loft ! molt miferable W o m a n / Strike quickly, ftrike the Dagger to thy Heart, Leaft in m y Fury I forget m y Sex, And flab thee in difbonour of m y Name. Iffa. 'Tis Vifion, all the wild effects of Rage, The airy Dreams of m y diftemper'd Brain, M y Husband, Ha ! to doubt it is Damnation ; Ye Pow'rs ! if you have fuffer'd this to be, Where are your Lightnings and your bolts of Fire ? W h y ftand I thus to brave Eternal Juftice. Vir. I fear'd this fatal blow from thy delpair, I fought thee to prevent it, tho' too late : Thy Sifter's danger claimM m y equal care, Or this had never been, and thou had'ft Jiv'd : See, See, thou wretchedft of thy Sex, to what Thy cruel Jealoufy and damn'd Ambition, Have brought the belt of Husbands and of Friends, The Nobleft, Kirtdeft M a n that ever liv'd. Iffa. Grant, Grant, that this indeed m a y be a dream,. Or- if tis more, O h ftrike m e to the Centre.! N o torments can be Avorte, Than what I feel and fear. Jop. If I had once forgot my Marriage Vow, The mutual Joys that bleft our Nuptial Bed ;. If tempted by the Wealth of Indian Queens, M y Soul had liftned to their vile rcqueft, And I had yielded thee to Death; thete Wounds, Thefe Sluces flowing from the fprings of Life; Thefe mortal Agonies had then been ju/t, But from a Wife belov'd, and dear like thee; My |
