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Show M y early wift and Weffing of m y Youth, From lffamenea. Iffa. 'Tis He, 'Tis Jopana, H e himfelf, M y Steel is in his Heart, O h hide m e from him I Ye Walls, Ye Pillars, from your Bafisftart, And crufh m e with your Fall Ye Vaulted Roofs \ Earth ope, and living in thy W o m b involve m e ; Confufion teize me, Madnefs wafte m y Reafon, That I m a y never, never think again. Vir. Curte thy Repentance and diflembled Grief, Thy Tears as falfe as ever were thy Smiles: Curfe! Jop. Hold Virotto, tho' fhe much has err'd, Tis owing more to Fate than to her will : Haft, Bring Lucinda to m e ere I dye ? I feign wou'd blefs you with m y latefr breath, The only bufinefs I have left to do. Vir. H o w (hall I leave you in your laft of Life, Or bear the killing Menage to m y Love. JOP. This fha'pe to know thy Innocence I took, Too long I us'd it, tho' 'twas fit that Thou Shoud'ft take that life which thou hadft made (b wretched: Yet faithlefs and ungrateful as thou art, Believe not, I had liv'd when tbou wert gone, In this difguite, I had reveng'd our wrongs, But Heav'n in pity, fav'd m y hands from Blood. Iffa. Wa'ft not enough to hearken to his Foe, And take the Curft Adulterer to his Bed ? W a s this too little for m y Soul to bear ? W h y elfe was Murder added to the weight ? [Offers to run Save m e ! O h fave me, whither I was flying ! [at Jopano and The riling Furies pufh me from his Arms [he parts back. Where fafety dwells, and all without is Hell. J*p. Her madnefs is not were her forrow feign'd, And I inemfe the Tempjejt J fhould calm. G 2 Iff*. |