370 THE POEMS OF ANNE �Amal. Go on ; and if thou kill'st me with the Story, Believe thou'st crown'd the Kindness of thy Life, By giving endless Rest to her that wants it. �Phila. I cannot speak [Weeping. �Amal. Then one, that can, I instantly must seek for. 120 �[Going out. �Phila. Publick Enquiry pulls his Ruin on her. �Stay, Madam, stay, and since it must be told, �Know that Aristor, soon as free to do it, �Again into your Father's presence rush'd, �And makes a new attempt upon his Person, �But miss'd his Blow, was seiz'd, and in Confinement �Now waits but the assembling of the Council, �Throughly to be examin'd, and discover'd. �Amal. Darkness, and Night surround me. With this Relief to my sad Bed I go, 130 �[Siezes Phila's Dagger. �There wrapt in horrid Shades will lay me down, And, when thou com'st charg'd with the heavy News, Beware, no tedious Circumstance detain, No fruitless Pray'r, or word of Comfort 'scape thee; But with a Voice, such as the Dying use, Bid me expire �Then to my Father go, �And say, he kill'd his Daughter in his Foe; �Who knowing, she his Temper cou'd not move, 140 �Th' excess of Hate paid with th' excess of Love. �[Exit weeping and leaning on Phila. �The SCENE changes to the Plains. �Enter Climander. �dim. All Patience this wou'd tire I will not wait the Trifler's slow return, But go my self (tho' thus unarm' d) amongst them. �[He is going and meets Arcasius. ��� �
