The Fatal Extravagance A Tragedy |
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SCENE IX.
Belinda.Bel.
Was ever such a Lover? Wealth and Avarice
Have ruin'd him. O fatal Chance! I tremble
At thoughts of Marriage; yet cou'd wish him mine.
O what shall I resolve? what do, or say?
I'm rack'd, and pull'd a thousand Ways at once!
Love, Honour, Pity, Pride, Revenge, and Grief;
War in my Soul: Come, Hope, to my Relief;
Come, like good News to Mortals in Despair,
And put a Period to corroding Care.
| The Fatal Extravagance | |