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Show 3o The FAIR PENITENT. Enter Altamont. Alt. Where is m y Life! my Lovel my charming Joy of m y Heart, and Pleafurc of my Eyes! (Bride! The Wiln, and Care, and Bufinefs of m y Youth! O h ! let m e find her, fnz'ch her to m y Breaft! And tell her" (lie delays m y Biifs too long, Till m y foft Soul ev'n ficken< with De(ire. Diforder'd! and in Tears! Horatio tool M y Friend is in amaze! What can it mean? Tell int', Califta, who has done thee wron?, That my fwift Sword may find out the Offender, And do thee ample Juftice. Cal. Turn to him. Alt. Horatio? Cal. T o that Infolent. Alt. M y Friend! Cou'd he do this! H e ! who was half myfelf! One Faith has eVer bound us, and one Reafon Guided our Wills: Have 1 not fourd him juft, Honeft as Truth itfelf? And cou'd he break T h e Sanclity of Frkndffiip? Cou'd he wound TheHeatt of Altamont in hisCdlfta7. Cal. I thought what Juftice 1 ihould find fromthfe! G o fawn upon him, inten to his Tale, Applaud his Malice, that wou'd blaft m y Fame, And treat tne like a common Proftitute. T h o u art perhaps Confederate in his Mifchief, And wilt believe the Legend, if he tells it. Alt. O h impious! What prefumptucus Wretch fhall T o offer at an Injury like that? (&re Priefthood, nor Age, nor Cowardife itfelf, Shall fave him from the Fury of m y Vengeance. Cal. T h e M a n who dar'd to do it was Horatio! T h y darling Friend! ' Fwas Altam>ont's Horatol But mark m e well! While thy divided Heart Doars on a Villain that has wrong'd m e thus, N o Force fhall drag m e to thy hated Bed; Nor can mv, cruel Father's Power do more, - Than '/hut m e in a Cloifter; there, WfH pleaVd, The FAIR PENITENT. 5* Religious Hardfhips will I learn to bear, -T0 faft, and freeze at Midnight Hours of Pray'rj Nor think it hard, with n t lonely Cell, With melancholy, fp?echlefs Saints to dwell : But blefs the Day 1 to that Refuge ran, fret from the Marriage Chain, and from that Tyrant, Man. [Exit Califta. Alt. She's gone; and as fhe went, ten thoufand Fires Shot from her angry Eyes, as if fhe meant Too well to keep the cruel V o w fhe made. Now, as thou a;t a Man, Horatio, tell me, What means th's wild Confuflon in thy Looks? As if tho* wert at variance with thyfelf, Madntfs and Reafon combating within thee, And thou wert doubtful which fhou'd get the better. Hor. I wou'd be dumb for ever, but thy Fate Hasotherwife decreed it; thou haftfeen That Idol of thy Soul, that fair Califta, Thou hift beheld her Tears. Ait. I have feen her weep, I have feen that lovely one, that dear Califta, Complaining in the Bitternefs of Sorrow, 1 hat thou! my Friend! Horatio I thou haft wrong'd her H°kd l HaVC Wron§,d herI Had her £Xes teen From that rich Stream which warms her Heart, and For ev ry falling Tear a Droop of Blood, (number'd It had not been too much; for fhe has ruin'd thee A<> n A 7 A h a m ° ^ ! She has ™*™ 'nee. ! A,t Doft thou join R u n with Calft^s N a m e ? M a t is fo fair, io exquifitely eood' Is file not more than Painting can exorrf. Or youthful Poets fancy, wfin t h ^ K ^ Does Ihe not comp lit. WVCA ' \ KenUte «,;,!, «i £ e VV , f d o m> or g°°<l Fortune. iP^t^uTJ^^i * Beggar, * Alt- |