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SCENE. VII.
Belinda.Bel.
Consideration will but heap my Griefs.
Wretch that I am! slighted! insulted! lost!
What shall I do? Comply? Or be reveng'd?
Reveng'd! How? O that I cou'd be reveng'd!
I'd lose a Limb, I'd die, to be reveng'd!
But, Oh! my Brother! a poor, ruin'd Family!
Tho' for my own Misfortune and Distress,
My Stock of Tears were spent, the Thoughts of His
Were able to create a weeping Spring
Within my barren Head.
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