Page:Poems of Anne Countess of Winchilsea 1903.djvu/467

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COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA 329 �Clar. My lord, be sure of all my pow'r to serve you. �[Exeunt. �The Scene drawn discovers a Bedchamber, and Marina alone. �Mar. I heard his voyce, when in the outward room, And in that closett, when I call'd Capriccio Me thoughts from hence again he answer'd me, But here he is not, and I want his aid, T' assist me in my most unhappy flight. For now tis death to go, since Blanfort's true And bid to him, and love a last adiew. �Enter Rivalto who locks the door, then overtakes her endeavor- ing to gain the other, he locks that also and puts the keys in his pockett. �Mar. Oh! I am ruin'd, ruin'd past redemption, Who can asist me now, or hear my crys? �Riv. No one alive, therefore no more repeat them. 10 Hear me, for I'll be short, tho' sure as fate, How I have lov'd you, need not be repeated, But that I will posesse you, is as certain, And if your ruine, which I therefore wrought, As well as to revenge me on the Master, Has made you wise enough to yield to this, We may be happy both, beyond expression. To night, I leave this hated place for ever, A vessel waits me at the haven's mouth, Laden with wealth, enough to feed our riots, 20 �Take part with me, retire, and be my wife, Or, if that name, beares to much of constraint, Be free, and lett our pleasures be so too, Give me your answer, positive and speedy. �Mar. Then take itt thus, I'll dye within these walls, Before I'll yeild, to live with such a monster. �Riv. If your in earnest, here's the way to do itt, �[Drawing a dagger. ��� �