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SCENE XII.

To them BILKUM.
BILKUM.
Behold the most accursed of humankind,
I for a Woman with a Man have fought;
She, for I know not what, has hang'd herself,
And now Jack-Ketch may do the same for me.
Oh! my Stormandra!

MOTHER.
What of her?

BILKUM.
Alas!
She's hang'd herself all to her Curtain's Rod,
I saw her swinging and I ran away.
Oh! if you lov'd Stormandra, come with me;
Skin of your Flesh, and bite away your Eyes;
Lug out your Heart, and dry it in your Hands;
Grind it to Powder, make it into Pills,
And take it down your Throat.

MOTHER.
Stormandra's gone!
Weep all ye Sister-Harlots of the Town;
Pawn your best Clothes, and clothe yourselves in Rags.
Oh! my Stormandra!

KISSINDA.
Poor Lovegirlo's slain.
Oh! give me way, come all you Furies, come,
Lodge in th'unfurnish'd Chambers of my Heart,
My Heart which never shall be let again
To any Guest but endless Misery,
Never shall have a Bill upon it more.
Oh! I am mad methinks, I swim in Air,
In Seas of Sulphur and eternal Fire,
And see Lovegirlo too.

GALLONO.
Ha! see him! where?
Where is the much-lov'd Youth—oh! never more
Shall I behold him. Ha! Distraction wild
Begins to wanton in my unhing'd Brain:
Methinks I'm mad, mad as a wild March Hare;
My muddy Brain is addled like an Egg,
My Teeth, like Magpies, chatter in my Head;
My reeling Head! which akes like any mad.
Omnes.
Oh!

LEATHERSIDES.
Was ever such a dismal Scene of Woe?