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Imo. Strike, strike it home, and bravely save us
Oro. It must be
[Kisses her. This last embrace
[Embracing her. And now
Imo. I'm ready.
Oro. Oh! where shall I strike?
Imo. 'Tis your wife,
aloud. When you are gone,
Oro. It will be so. Thou unexampled virtue!
Imo. Thus, with open arms,
I welcome you and death.
[He drops his dagger as he looks on her, and throws
himself on the ground. Oro. I cannot bear it. Oh, let me dash against the rock of fate, Dig up this earth, and tear her bowels out, To make a grave, deep as the centre down, To swallow wide, and bury us together! It wo'not be. Oh, then some pitying god, (If there be one a friend to innocence) Find yet a way to lay her beauties down Gently in death, and save me from her blood. Imo. Oh, rise! 'tis more than death to see you
thus. I'll ease your love, and do the deed myself
[She takes up the dagger, he rises in haste to take it
Imo. Tho' I must own
Oro. Oh, for a whirlwind's wing, to hurry us
Imo. Alas! what shout is that?
Oro. I see them coming.
Imo. Farewell, farewell, for ever.
Oro. I'll turn my face away, and do it so. Now, are you ready?
Imo. Now. But do not grudge me The pleasure, in my death, of a last look Pray, look upon me -Now I'm satisfied. Oro. So fate must be by this. [Going to stab her, he stops short; she lays her hand
on his, in order to give the blow. Imo. Nay, then I must assist you. And since it is the common cause of both, 'Tis just that both should be employ'd in it. Thus, thus, 'tis finish’d; and I bless my fate,
[Stabs herself. That, where I liv'd, I die, in these loy'd arms.
[Dies. Òro. She's gone. And now all's at an end with
Soft, lay her down-Ch, we will part no more !
[Then throws himself by her. But let me pay the tribute of my grief, A few sad tears to thy lov’d memory, And then I follow -[Shouts. ] [Weeps over her. But I stay too long.
[ A noise again. The noise comes nearer. Hold, before I go There's something would be done. It shall be so, And then, Imoinda, I'll come all to thee,
BLANDFORD and his party enter before the Governor and
his party, swords drawn on both sides.
Oro. Here is the wretch whom you would have.
Blan. 'Tis his wife, [They gather about the body. Alas, there was no other remedy!
Gov. Who did the bloody deed ?
Oro. The deed was mine Bloody I know it is; and I expect Your laws should tell me so. Thus, self-condemn’d, I do resign myself into your hands, The hands of justice -But I hold the sword For you
and for myself. [Stabs the Governor and himself, then throws himself
by Imoinda's body. " Stan. He has kill'd the Governor and stabb'd
« himself.” Oro. 'Tis as it should be now I have sent his
ghost To be a witness of that happiness In the next world, which he deny'd us here. (Dies.
Blan. I hope there is a place of happiness In the next world for such exalted virtue.