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SCENE VII.

STRENI.
O this infernal traitor! what could move him
T' abuse me thus!—He thought perhaps to screen
His frauds by my alliance. Subtle fool,
This unaccomplish'd treaty binds us not.
Or if it did; were he my daughter's husband,
And she a mother by him, he should find me
No patron of his crimes. Ah poor OLYMPIA!
How I have plagued myself and tortured thee,

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To match thee thus unworthily!—Death and hell!
What madness, what curs'd dæmon, prompted me
T' anticipate the day? Had I not been
Bereft of judgment and all patience this
Disgrace could ne'er have touched us.—O fool! O shame!
To be this felon's tool! Yet who could dream
He should be such a villain? How unshaken,
He stood what conscious innocence might shrink at!
But callous villainy feels no shame—