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SCENE IX.
FATIMA, CHARIFA.FATIMA.
What have I done?
Alas! my fiction hath only serv'd
To dispose Zaida to deprive me of
My Lover.
Charifa.
Madam.—
Fatima.
Leave me; in a fate
So sad as this, every thing hurts, destroyes,
And makes me desperate.
CHARIFA,
Will you not hear me?
Fatima.
No, I hear nothing but the fury which
Raigns in my confus'd spirits, grief seiseth me
And anger doth transport me.
CHARIFA.
Madam, comfort you.
Fatima.
Oh that I were dead! cease to comfort me
In such a just despair put me to bed,
Or in my grave there to lye buried.
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