 | The Noble Ingratitude |  |
SCENE II.
Ormim.alone.
Whereto shall I resolve me in this sad
Extremity? shall I sollicit now
My Rivall gainst my self in the behalf
Of an ingratfull Master that doth wrong me?
And though he appeares blind to my disadvantage,
Shall I approve my self so more then he?
What shall I presse th'effect of what I fear?
Shall I give him content at my sad cost,
By a constraint so cruell? and shall I
Become my self the faithfull Minister
Of the injustices which he doth do me?
No, no, let us not serve with so much heat
To trouble us yet with a new misfortune,
A person who cost me so many tears:
If I must die, at least let me not give
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Let me act so, that he may hope for nothing
From fair Fatima, let me without scruple
Betray this false one, and deprive him of
A good which would become so fa'tal to me.
I should ground all the hope thats left unto me
Vpon the losse of his. But how is this,
That at these words I tremble with affright?
I find my heart already riseth up
Against me in behalf of this false Master.
Alas! how cruel and perfidious
Soer he be, I cannot fail of faith
To wards him, but must love, and serve him truly.
'Tis so resolv'd, my anger must give place
Vnto the love that raigneth in my bosom:
An ill example never justisies
A crime: let us deliberate no more;
But what's the noise I hear? it is Fatima
That passeth, and Charifa follows her.
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