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The REVENGE.
I find thy Artifice did take Effect;
And she forgives my late Deportment to her.
And she forgives my late Deportment to her.
Zan.I told her, from your Childhood you was wont
On any great Surprize, but chiefly then
When cause of Sorrow bore it Company,
To have your Passion shake the Seat of Reason,
A momentary Ill, which soon blew o'er.
Then did I tell her of Don Carlos' Death,
(Wisely suppressing by what means he fell)
And laid the Blame on that. At first she doubted;
But such the honest Artifice I us'd,
And such her ardent Wish it should be true,
That she, at length, was fully satisfy'd.
On any great Surprize, but chiefly then
When cause of Sorrow bore it Company,
To have your Passion shake the Seat of Reason,
A momentary Ill, which soon blew o'er.
Then did I tell her of Don Carlos' Death,
(Wisely suppressing by what means he fell)
And laid the Blame on that. At first she doubted;
But such the honest Artifice I us'd,
And such her ardent Wish it should be true,
That she, at length, was fully satisfy'd.
Alon.'Twas well she was. In our late Interview,
My Passion so far threw me from my Guard;
Methinks 'tis strange, that, conscious of her Guilt,
She saw not thro' its thin Disguise my Heart.
My Passion so far threw me from my Guard;
Methinks 'tis strange, that, conscious of her Guilt,
She saw not thro' its thin Disguise my Heart.
Zan.But what design you, Sir, and how?
Alon.I'll tell thee.
Thus I've ordain'd it. In the Jess'min Bow'r,
The Place which she dishonour'd with her Guilt,
There will I meet her, the Appointment's made;
And calmly spread (for I can do it now)
The Blackness of her Crime before her Sight,
And then with all the cool Solemnity
Of publick Justice, give her to the Grave.[Exit.
Thus I've ordain'd it. In the Jess'min Bow'r,
The Place which she dishonour'd with her Guilt,
There will I meet her, the Appointment's made;
And calmly spread (for I can do it now)
The Blackness of her Crime before her Sight,
And then with all the cool Solemnity
Of publick Justice, give her to the Grave.[Exit.
Zan.Why, get thee gone! Horror, and Night go with thee!
Sisters of Acheron, go hand in hand,
Go dance around the Bow'r, and close them in;
And tell them that I sent you to salute them.
Profane the Ground, and for th' Ambrosial Rose,
And Breath of Jessamin, let Hemlock blacken,
And deadly Nightshade poyson all the Air.
For the sweet Nightingale may Ravens croak,
Toads pant, and Adders rustle thro' the Leaves;
May Serpents winding up the Trees, let fall
Their hissing Necks upon them from above,
And mingle Kisses—such as I should give them. [Exit.
Sisters of Acheron, go hand in hand,
Go dance around the Bow'r, and close them in;
And tell them that I sent you to salute them.
Profane the Ground, and for th' Ambrosial Rose,
And Breath of Jessamin, let Hemlock blacken,
And deadly Nightshade poyson all the Air.
For the sweet Nightingale may Ravens croak,
Toads pant, and Adders rustle thro' the Leaves;
May Serpents winding up the Trees, let fall
Their hissing Necks upon them from above,
And mingle Kisses—such as I should give them. [Exit.
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