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Show • z6o O R O O N O K O. O ! think on that, and be no more deceiv'd. i Oro. What can w e do ? Imo. Can I do any thing ? Oro. But w e were born to lutter. Imo. Suffer both, Both die, and fo prevent 'em. Oro. By thy Death \ O ' let m e hunt m y traveled Thoughts again; Range the wide wafte of defolate Defpair ; Start any Hope. Alas ! I lofe m y felf, 'Tis Pathleff, Dark, and Barren all to me. Thou art m y only Guide, m y Light of Life* And thou art leaving m e : Send out thy Beam* Upon the Wing j let 'em fly all around, Difcover every w a y : Is there a dawn, A glimmering of Comfort ? the great God, That rife* on the World, muft fhine on us. Imo. And fee us fet before him. Oro. T h o u befpeak'ft, And goeft before m e. Imo. So I would, in Love: In the dear unfufpe&ed Part of Life, In Death for Love. Alas ! what hopes for mc \ I was preferv'd but to acquit m y felf, T o beg to die with you. Oro. And can'ft thou ask it ? I never durft inquire into m y felf About thy Fate, and thou refclv'ft it all. Imo. Alas! m y Lord ! m y Fate's refolv'd in yom Oro. O ! keep thee there : Let not thy Virtue fat F r o m m y Support, and I will gather Strength, Faft as I can, to tell thee Imo. I muft die. I k n o w 'tis fit, and I can die with you. Oro. O 1 thou haft banifht hence a thoufand« Which fickned at m y Heart, and quite unman d me Im*. Your Fear's for m e , 1 k n o w you fear d my w ^ And could not overcome your Tendernefs, T o pafs this Sentence on m e : And indeed There you were kind, as I have always found yeu, O R O O N O K O. you have ever been : For tho' I am z6t I -gn'd, and ready to obey m y Doom hinks it Jhould not be pronoune'd bv vou Jro. O ! ^at was alljhe Ubour of m y Grief ty Heart, and Tongue foriook m e in the ftnfe • never could pronounce it. Imo. I have for you for both of us. Oro. Alas ! for m e ! m y Death could regard as the laft Scene of Life, d a& it thro' with Joy, to have it done. t then to part with thee-mo. 'Tis hard to part, parting thus, as the moft happy muftt ting in Death, makes it the eafier. u might have thrown m e off, for'faken me, 1 my Misfortunes : That had been a Death .td of Terror, to have trembled at. Oro. Forfaken ! thrown thee off! Imo. But 'tis a Pleafure more than Life can give' t with unconquer'd PalTion to the laft, ftruggle ftill, and fain would hold m e to you Oro. Ever, ever: and let thofe Stars, which are mv Enemies, 7 itnefs againft m e in the other World, I would leave this Manfion of m y Blifs, o be the brighteft Ruler of their Skies. ! that we could incorporate, be one, [Embracing her. ne Body, as w e have been long one Mind : hat blended fo, w e might together mix, i lufing thus our Beings to the World, only found to one anothers Joys. Imo Is this the way to part ? £"> Wiich is the w a y? ho. The God of Love is blind, and cannot find it, t quick, make hafte, our Enemies have Eyes hnd us out, and lhew us the worft way parting . think on them. • Why doft thou wake m e ? • 0 ! no more of Love. I liften to you, I fhall quite Forget |