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ter devil, and ſaid ſhe was born for his deſtruction. She thought it would not anſwer her end to meet his rage with her’s, but affected a moſt paſſionate fit of grief. She told him neceſſity had no law, nor true love no bound: that therefore he never truely loved, but meant in her neceſſity to forſake her. She kneeled down and ſwore that ſince by his refuſal he had given her cauſe to doubt his love, ſhe never would ſee him more, unleſs to prove true he would rob his uncle to ſupply her wants, and murder him to keep it from diſcovery. He ſtood ſpeechleſs but in his face might be read the various paſſions that tore his ſoul. At length he cried out, Thou curſed woman! have I not already given dreadful proofs of my love: what drew me from my youthful innocence, and ſtained my then unſpotted ſoul, but love of you? what cauſed me to rob my worthy ad gentle maſter, but love? what makes me now a fugitive from his ſervice, but love of you? and what love makes me reſolve (continued he, tearing his hair) to kill my uncle.
Having thus brought him to conſent, ſhe made him ſet out immediatly, for fear the few ſparks of grace which yet remained in him, ſhould make him abondon his deſign. Barnwell ſet out with all the reluctance
