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And thus one minutes feigning has destroy'd
My whole life's truth.

Ant.Thin Cobweb Arts of Falshood;
Seen, and broke through at first.

Dolla.Forgive your Mistress.

Cleop.Forgive you Friend.

Ant.You have convinc'd your selves,
You plead each others Cause: What Witness have you,
That you but meant to raise my jealousie?

Cleop.Our selves, and Heav'n.

Ant.Guilt witnesses for guilt. Hence, Love and Friendship;
You have no longer place in human breasts,
These two have driv'n you out: avoid my sight;
I would not kill the Man whom I lov'd;
And cannot hurt the Woman; but avoid me,
I do not know how long I can be tame;
For, if I stay one minute more to think
How I am wrong'd, my Justice and Revenge
Will cry so loud within me, that my pity
Will not be heard for either.

Dolla.Heav'n has but
Our sorrow for our sins; and then delights
To pardon erring Man: sweet Mercy seems
Its darling Attribute, which limits Justice;
As if there were degrees in Infinite;
And Infinite would rather want perfection
Than punish to extent.

Ant.I can forgive
A Foe; but not a Mistress, and a Friend:
Treason is there in its most horrid shape,
Where trust is greatest: and the Soul resign'd
Is stabb'd by its own Guards: I'll hear no more;
Hence from my sight, for ever.

Cleop.How? for ever,
I cannot go one moment from your sight,
And must I go for ever?
My joys, my only joys are center'd here:
What place have I to go to? my own Kingdom?
That I have lost for you: or to the Romans?

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