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The REVENGE.
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The modest Zone with which it first was ty'd,
Each Man she meets will be a Carlos to her.
Each Man she meets will be a Carlos to her.
Alon.That Thought has more of Hell than had the former.
Another, and another, and another!
And each shall cast a Smile upon my Tomb!
I am convinc'd; I must not, will not dye.
Another, and another, and another!
And each shall cast a Smile upon my Tomb!
I am convinc'd; I must not, will not dye.
Zan.You cannot dye; nor can you Murder her.
What then remains? In Nature no Third Way,
But to forget, and so to love again.
What then remains? In Nature no Third Way,
But to forget, and so to love again.
Alon.Oh!
Zan.If you forgive, the World will call you Good;
If you forget, the World will call you Wise;
If you receive her to your Grace again,
The World will call you, very, very kind.
If you forget, the World will call you Wise;
If you receive her to your Grace again,
The World will call you, very, very kind.
Alon.Zanga, I understand thee well. She dies,
Tho' my Arm tremble at the Stroke, she dies.
Tho' my Arm tremble at the Stroke, she dies.
Zan.That's truly Great. What think you 'twas set up
The Greek and Roman Name in such a Lustre;
But doing Right in stern Despight to Nature,
Shutting their Ears to all her little Cries,
When Great, August, and Godlike Justice call'd?
At Aulis one pour'd out a Daughter's Life,
And gain'd more Glory than by all his Wars;
Another slew a Sister in just Rage;
A Third, the Theme of all succeeding Times,
Gave to the Cruel Ax a darling Son.
Nay more, for Justice some devote themselves,
As he at Carthage, an Immortal Name!
Yet there is one Step left above them all,
Above their History, above their Fable,
A Wife, Bride, Mistress unenjoy'd———do That,
And tread upon the Greek and Roman Glory.
The Greek and Roman Name in such a Lustre;
But doing Right in stern Despight to Nature,
Shutting their Ears to all her little Cries,
When Great, August, and Godlike Justice call'd?
At Aulis one pour'd out a Daughter's Life,
And gain'd more Glory than by all his Wars;
Another slew a Sister in just Rage;
A Third, the Theme of all succeeding Times,
Gave to the Cruel Ax a darling Son.
Nay more, for Justice some devote themselves,
As he at Carthage, an Immortal Name!
Yet there is one Step left above them all,
Above their History, above their Fable,
A Wife, Bride, Mistress unenjoy'd———do That,
And tread upon the Greek and Roman Glory.
Alon.'Tis done———again? new Transports fire my Brain!
I had forgot it, 'tis my Bridal Night.
Friend, give me Joy, we must be gay together,
See that the Festival be duly honour'd.
And when with Garlands the full Bowl is crown'd,
And Musick gives her elevating Sound,
I had forgot it, 'tis my Bridal Night.
Friend, give me Joy, we must be gay together,
See that the Festival be duly honour'd.
And when with Garlands the full Bowl is crown'd,
And Musick gives her elevating Sound,
And