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Dolla.Oh, you mistake: he chose the harshest words,
With fiery eyes, and with contracted brows,
He coyn'd his face in the severest stamp:
And fury, shook his Fabrick like an Earthquake;
He heav'd for vent, and burst like bellowing Ætna,
In sounds scarce humane, "Hence, away for ever:
"Let her begone, the blot of my renown,
"And bane of all my hopes: [All the time of this speech,
Cleop. seems more and more concern'd,
till she sinks quite down.


"Let her be driv'n as far as men can think
"From Mans commerce: She'll poyson to the Center.

Cleop.Oh, I can bear no more!

Dolla.Help, help: Oh Wretch! Oh cursed, cursed Wretch!
What have I done?

Char.Help, chafe her Temples, Iras.

Iras.Bend, bend her forward quickly.

Char.Heav'n be prais'd,
She comes again.

Cleop.Oh, let him not approach me.
Why have you brought me back to this loath'd Being,
Th' abode of Falshood, violated Vows,
And injur'd Love? For pity, let me go;
For, if there be a place of long repose,
I'm sure I want it. My disdainful Lord
Can never break that quiet; nor awake
The sleeping Soul, with hollowing in my Tomb
Such words as fright her hence, Unkind, unkind.

Dolla. kneeling.Believe me, 'tis against my self I speak,
That sure deserves belief; I injur'd him:
My Friend ne'er spoke those words. Oh, had you seen
How often he came back, and every time
With something more obliging and more kind,
To add to what he said; what dear Farewels;
How almost vanquisht by his love he parted,
And lean'd to what unwillingly he left:
I, Traitor as I was, for love of you,
(But what can you not do, who made me false!)
I forg'd that lye; for whose forgiveness kneels

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