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2ar. Oh Heav'n my fears interpret
Osm. Time may have still one fated hour to come, Which, wing'd with liberty, might overtake Occasion past.
Zar. Swift as occasion, I Myself will fly ; and earlier than the morn, Wake thee to freedom. “ Now 'tis late; and yet “Some news few minutes past, arriv'd, which seem'd “To shake the temper of the king—Who knows “What racking cares disease a monarch's bed : “Or love, that late at night still lights his lamp, “And strikes his rays thro’ dusk and folded lids, “Forbidding rest, may stretch his eyes awake, 200 “And force their balls abroad at this dead hour. “I’ll try.”
Osm. I have not merited this grace; Nor, should my secret purpose take effect, Can I repay, as you require, such benefits.
Zar. Thou canst not owe me more, nor have I more
Osm. This woman has a soul
And challenges, in spite of me, my best
Enter ALMe RIA.
My life, my health, my liberty, my all !
Alm. Thus, thus; we parted, thus to meet again. Thou told'st me thou would'st think how we might
To part no more Now we will part no more ;
Osm. Hard means to ratify that word —Oh, cruelty I “That ever I should think beholding thee
“A torture —Yet such is the bleeding anguish 240 2
“ Of my heart, to see thy sufferings Oh, Heav'nl “ That I could almost turn my eyes away, 24 I “Or wish thee from my sight.
“ Alm. Oh, say not so | • Tho' 'tis because thou lov'st me. Do not say, “On any terms, that thou dost wish me from thee. “No, no, 'tis better thus, that we together “ Feed on each other's heart, devour our woes “With mutual appetite; and mingling in “ One cup the common stream of both our eyes, “ Drink bitter draughts, with never-slaking thirst ; “ Thus better, than for any cause to part. “What dost thou think Look not so tenderly “ Upon me—speak, and take me in thy arms “ Thou canst not; thy poor arms are bound, and
“In vain with the remorseless chains, which gnaw “And eat into thy flesh, fest’ring thy limbs “ With rankling rust.”
Osm. Oh I O
Alm. Give me that sigh. 26o Why dost thou heave, and stifle in thy griefs? Thy heart will burst, thy eyes look red, and start; Give thy soul way, and tell me thy dark thought.
Osm. For this world's rule, I would not wound thy
With such a dagger as then stuck my heart. • Alm.Why? why To knowit, cannot wound memore Than knowing thou hast felt it. Tell it me,
—Thou giv'st me pain with too much tenderness. 1
Osm. And thy excessive love distraćts my sense. Oh, wouldst thou be less killing, soft, or kind, Grief could not double thus his darts against me. Alm. Thou dost me wrong, and grief too robs my * heart, If there he shoot not every other shaft; Thy second self should feel each other wound, And woe should be in equal portions dealt. I am thy wife— Osm. Oh, thou hast search'd too deep : There, there I bleed; there pull the cruel cords, That strain my cracking nerves; engines and wheels, That piece-meal grind, are beds of down and balm To that soul-racking thought. 281 Alm. Then I am curs’d Indeed, if that be so I if I'm thy torment, Kill me, then, kill me, dash me with thy chains, Tread on me : “What, am I the bosom-snake “That sucks thy warm life-blood, and gnaws thy “ heart; “Oh, that thy words had force to break those bonds, “As they have strength to tear this heart in sunder; “So should'st thou be at large from all oppression.” Am I, am I of all thy woes the worst Osm. My all of bliss, my everlasting life, Soul of my soul, and end of all my wishes, Why dost thou thus unman me with thy words, “And melt me down to mingle with thy weepings “Why dost thou ask Why dost thou talk thus “ piercingly "
Thy sorrows have disturb’d thy peace of mind,