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Show Jf> The FATAL MAKRIAGBI ' r i,rtnu/n, faithrul Friend, Vo aras ansa*"* «* 4, ^v^ X . Have you forgot m e quite? j£. XeKwcl my Difguife, and my Misfortunes. Wy ^ ' a'Hg ^ t0 fat JJjefhrieks, and falls intone Ifa. Ha! Bir O ' come again: Thv Biron fummons thee to Life and Love; Once I had Charms to wake thee. Thy once lov'd, ever loving Husband calls: Thy Biron fpeaks to thee. fc I/fc. M y Husband! Biron I Bir Excefsof Love, and Joy, for m y Return, Has o'ver-power'd her -1 was to blame T o take thy Sexes Softnefs unprepar d: But finking thus, thus dying in m y Arms, This Ecftafie has made m y Welcome more Than Words could fay: Words may be counterfeit, Falfe coin'd, and current only from the Tongue, Without the Mind; but- Paffion's in the Soul, And always fpeaks the Heart Ifa Where have I been? W h y do you keep him froai I k n o w his Voice: M y Life upon the Wing, Hears the foft lure that brings m e back again. 'Tis he himfelf, m y Biron, the dear Man! M y true lov'd Husband! do I hold you laft, Never to part again ? Can I believe it ? Nothing but you could work fo great a change. There's more than Life it felf in Dying here: If I muft fall, 'tis welcome in thefe Arms. Bir. Live ever in thefe Arms. • ifa. But pardon me, Excufe the wild Diforder of m y Soul: The ftrange, furprizing Joy of feeing you, Or, The Innocent Adultery. 15a Of feeing you again; diftra&ed m e - Hr. Thou Everlafting Goodnefs ! J fa. Anfwer me: What Hand of Providence lias brought you back To your o w n H o m e again ? O fatisfie Th'Impatience of m y Heart: I long to k n ow The Story of your Sufferings. Y o u wou'd think Your Pleafures Sufferings, fo long remov'd From Ifabella's Love: But tell m e all, For every Thought confounds me. Bir. M y beft Life; at leifure, all. Ifa. We thought you dead; kill'd at the Siege ofCridy Bir. There I fell among the Dead: J° But hopes of Life reviving from m y Wounds, I was preferv'd, but to be made a Slave. I.often writ to m y hard Father, but never had An Anfwer. I writ to thee too Ifa. What a world of W o e Had been prevented, but in hearing from you! Bir. Alas thou could'ft not help me. Ifa, You do not k n o w h o w much I cou'd ha' djne- At leaft, I'm fure I cou'd have fufTer'd all": I wou'd have fold m y felf to Slavery, Without Redemption j giv'n up m y Child, The deareft Part of me, to bafeft Wants-* Btr. My little Boy! Ifa. My Life, but to have heard You were alive which n o w too late I find. Tj&he w 1 r ?m°r? m y L ° v e ! ^plaining of the p.ft, We l0fc the prefent Joy. 'Tis over Price P Of ail my rams, that thus w e meet again, ihavc a thoufand Things to fay to t h e e - Ija. Wou'd I were pair, the Hearing. TMii I£K&gZi-**•***?**«*>U ' V*. Well, both? both well: «'. Come, no more Tears. GT Ifa. |