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SCENE III.

Enter Ulfinore.
Ulfinore.
Perdition on his Head! the lurking Villain—
'Twas He that drew this Danger on my Lord,
'Twas He acquainted Laura with his Love,
Against th'inviolable Laws of Friendship,
'Twas He declar'd me Traytor to the King:
O wou'd some God but give Him to this Arm,
A Victim to the Fury of my Vengeance,
With fell Delight I'd riot in his Blood,
And every Blow shou'd right my wounded Honour.
Enter Two dress'd like Cupids, They cross the Stage, the One with a Sword the Other with a Garland.
What fair Delusion swims before my Eyes?
Speak, say what are You? for what Purpose? ha!
My Senses fail'd me.—Are the Gods descended
To grace my Master's Nuptials with their Presence?
It was the Error of my Understanding:
The Vision is dissolv'd and sunk in Air.
Was it to interrupt Revenge? it shall not:
Tho' Erebus shou'd pour out all its Forms
And griefly Shapes of Horror, I will on,
And find the Villain Tibalt.—Hence, vain Shadows,
Nor dare to disengage my settled Soul
From her sure Purpose.—Lead me on, Revenge,
I follow thy red Footsteps to the Grave.
[Exit Ulfinore.