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SCENE IV.

Dorisbe, and Delbo who stays to observe her.
Dor.
Conqu'ring, O! but cruel Eyes,
Why with Rigour will you kill
Her, who adores you,
And implores you?
Can you wish to triumph more?
Cease to sparkle with Disdain,
More to wound a bleeding Heart.
The Conquest sure,
Your Slave secure,
What Pleasure to encrease the Smart?
Can you wish to triumph more? &c.

Delbo.
Ormondo's gone
And leaves Dorisbe weeping;
Sure his Heart is made of Marble.
Poor Lady, how you are mistaken?

[Delbo hearkens.
Dor.
Go, perjur'd Man!
Are these your plighted Vows?

Delbo.
Thank my Stars,
I am an honest Fellow, tho' a poor one.

Dor.
And am I innocent?
Condemn'd and innocent!
I'll take this Sword,
[Takes up the Sword.
And with it—

[Offers to stab her self.
Delbo.
O Madam, by no means; forbear.

Dor.
—I'll kill that barb'rous Villain!
When Justice sues for Punishment,
It goes not unreveng'd.
Delbo, what's that you do?

[Sees Delbo endeavouring to hide the Scarf in a great Fright.
Delbo.
Nothing, nothing.

Dor.
Where's Ormondo?

Delbo.
I cannot tell.

[Still endeavours to hide it.
Dor.
What is't you hide?
A Scarf and Dagger;
Ormondo's, are they not?
[Takes the Scarf and Dagger from him.
Speak—

Delbo.
Madam!

Dor.
'Tis his; Ormondo's Name,
Behold it carv'd upon the Steel.
Revenge, revenge!
'Tis now resolv'd
Th'usurping Queen shall lose her Crown,
And he his Life.
Assist ye Furies from the Deep,
Revenge, Revenge prepare!
Let not Rage and Murder sleep,
Revenge be all my Care.
Assist, &c.