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Show f 4f ) Iffa. Murder m y Husband and abuft his Bed * O h Horror / 'tis not to be born Away, Stand off, your Daggers fhall not force m e to't - I fwear 111. tell your W i f e - ; I dare not truft you, M y Husband will be angry ; - - Oh m y Head / [nmftng. Break, Break m y Brain and let m e ever rave, For in thefe racking Intervals of tente .• Remembrance worfe than Madnefs tares m y Soul ; Jop. O h Iffamema ! W h a t haft thou been doing ? Say, has nor Fate been bufie here before? Forgive m y Anger, 'twas the firft and laft: Which thou haft heard, or ere wilt here from m e ; Iffa. Forgive / that word in Death wou'd bring m e life ; Oh wondrous Guodnefs / canft thou ask of me Forgivenefs ? m e by W h o m thofe wounds were made, . W h o fold thy Honour ; for a Villain left thee, And lives to tell thee this, and fee thee Dye : But long I fhall not breath this loathfbme Air, The friendly draught is mingling with m y Blood, I feel it now, 'tis going to m y heart : Death the laft refuge of defpair approaches, And fweet Oblivion then will end m y woe. Jop. W h o now can doubt her Penitence fincere ? More had her mind contented to this ill She cou'd not do, or for her felf or me. Iffa. If I fhou'd fwear w h o once have thus deceiv'd thee, Woud'ft thou believe I never had been falfe, If m y poor Heart had been as wite as true ? If all had dealt as honeftly by me As I to thee had prov'd a faithful Wife, Till Hell to ruin m e its Arts employ'd , I know thou durft not, fhoud?(tnot truft thy Murd'rer. Jop. If 'twas to m e to give the peace of mind, So well I lov'd thee ere thy rail : cv'n now There's nothing I wou'drqAInk tooitmuch to fave thee. |