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SCENE IV.

Enter Tibalt.
[Tibalt.]
Where shall I hide my ignominious Head?
I hate the Light, and cannot bear myself.
—Curse on the Weakness which betray'd my Virtue.
How am I fall'n from Honour! O my Soul—
And how become the Instrument of Hell,
To murder Innocence which never wrong'd me!
—Drawn by a Woman to forego my Faith
To worthy Ulfinore—to mingle Poison
Ev'n for my General's Bride!—Rejoice, Prometheus;
Thy Vulture will be mine; my Guilt is blacker:
Thy Crime was only stealing Heav'nly Fire,
Which mine extinguishes, in murd'ring Birtha,
Form'd of Celestial Beams!—Earth groans beneath me:
Hell, Hell, I feel Thee Here.—Ha, Ulfinore?
I'd rather meet Alecto with her Whips,
Than my offended Friend.—Gape, Earth, and hide me.

[Exit.
Enter Ulfinore.
Ulfinore.
'Twas He, the Wretch!—Now aid me, Heav'n and Justice!
Far as the flaming Limits of the World
I'll follow Thee, or punish thy Transgression,—
The Center shall not hide thee from my Arm,
While Vengeance whets my Sword and Justice guides it.

[Exit.