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SCENE III.

Dorisbe enters, sees Ormondo and is going.
Orm.
Stop, stop, perfidious, and ungrateful Fair!

Dor.
Perfidious!
Oh Heav'ns, in what have I offended?

Orm.
Unfaithful, did you not conceal
Feraspe in your Closet?
Farewel, I'll never see you more.
Blind God, from your Chains I am free;
My slighted Love,
Thy broken Vows,
Have set my Heart at Liberty.
Blind God, from your Chains I am free, &c.

Dor.
Ormondo, I am faithful.

Orm.
What Faith can be in you?

Dor.
My Heart! my Life! if ever—

Orm.
Peace, Disloyal.

Dor.
Ye Gods!

Orm.
Tempt them no more.

Dor.
Hear me, at least.

Orm.
What, can you think
I have forgot your Treachery?

Dor.
O Idol of my Love, I'm innocent!

Orm.
'Tis false.
At least I'm pleas'd with this Pretence.
[Aside.
Here, take this Sword,
[Gives her Feraspe's Sword.
Restore it to Feraspe, with your Love.
[Throws it on the Ground.
As you desire this will an Action be
Of Love to him, Inconstancy to me.