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The REVENGE.
We call on Wit to argue it away:
A plainer Man would not feel half your Pains;
But some have too much Wisdom to be happy.
A plainer Man would not feel half your Pains;
But some have too much Wisdom to be happy.
Car.Had I known this before, it had been well:
I had not then sollicited your Father
To add to my Distress; as you behave,
Your Father's Kindness stabs me to the Heart.
Give me your Hand—Nay, give it, Leonora,
You give it not—nay; yet you give it not———
I ravish it.———
I had not then sollicited your Father
To add to my Distress; as you behave,
Your Father's Kindness stabs me to the Heart.
Give me your Hand—Nay, give it, Leonora,
You give it not—nay; yet you give it not———
I ravish it.———
Zan.I pray, my Lord, no more.
Car.Ah, why so sad? You know each Sign does shake me;
Sighs there are Tempests here.———
I've heard bad Men would be unblest in Heav'n:
What is my Guilt, that makes me so with you?
Have I not languish'd prostrate at thy Feet?
Have I not liv'd whole Days upon thy Sight?
Have I not seen thee where thou hast not been?
And mad with the Idea, clasp'd the Wind,
And doated upon Nothing?
Sighs there are Tempests here.———
I've heard bad Men would be unblest in Heav'n:
What is my Guilt, that makes me so with you?
Have I not languish'd prostrate at thy Feet?
Have I not liv'd whole Days upon thy Sight?
Have I not seen thee where thou hast not been?
And mad with the Idea, clasp'd the Wind,
And doated upon Nothing?
Leon.Court me not,
Good Carlos, by recounting of my Faults,
And telling how ungrateful I have been.
Alas! My Lord, if talking wou'd prevail,
I cou'd suggest much better Arguments,
Than those Regards you threw away on me;
Your Valour, Honour, Wisdom, prais'd by all.
But bid Physicians talk our Veins to Temper,
And with an Argument new-set a Pulse;
Then, think, my Lord, of reasoning into Love.
Good Carlos, by recounting of my Faults,
And telling how ungrateful I have been.
Alas! My Lord, if talking wou'd prevail,
I cou'd suggest much better Arguments,
Than those Regards you threw away on me;
Your Valour, Honour, Wisdom, prais'd by all.
But bid Physicians talk our Veins to Temper,
And with an Argument new-set a Pulse;
Then, think, my Lord, of reasoning into Love.
Car.Must I despair then? Do not shake me thus:
My Tempest-beaten Heart is cold to Death.
Ah! turn, and let me warm me in thy Beauties.
Heav'ns! what a Proof I gave but two Nights past
Of matchless Love! To fling me at thy Feet,
I slighted Friendship, and I flew from Fame;
Nor heard the Summons of the next Day's Battel:
But darting headlong to thy Arms, I left
My Tempest-beaten Heart is cold to Death.
Ah! turn, and let me warm me in thy Beauties.
Heav'ns! what a Proof I gave but two Nights past
Of matchless Love! To fling me at thy Feet,
I slighted Friendship, and I flew from Fame;
Nor heard the Summons of the next Day's Battel:
But darting headlong to thy Arms, I left
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