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fure, but provides for his Departure in the following Manner:
Sfor. Stay you;. Francisco.
Fran. To my Grief:
Sfor. I think fo
Fran. Sir, I am your Creature ; And any Shape that you
would have me wears I gladly will put on."
Sfor. Thus, then, Francisco; I now am to deliver to your Trust A weighity Secrer, of fo ftrange a Nature, And 'twill, I know, appear fo monstrous to goas That you will tremble in the Execution, As much as I am tortur'd to command it: For 'tis a Deed fo horrid, that, but to hear its Would strike into a Ruffian flesh'd in Murthers, Or an obdurate Hangman, foft Compaffion; And yet, Francisco (of all Men the dearest, And from me most deserving) such my State And strange Condition is, that Thou alone Must know the fatal Service, and perform it.
Fran. These Preparations, Sir, to work a Stranger; Or to one unacquainted with your Bounties, Might appear useful ; but, to ve, they are Needless impertinencies: For I dare do Whate'er
Sfor. 7 hou must do, then,
-Art thou not shaken yet! [come near us. Fran. I grant you move me: But to a Man coufirin'd
Sfor. I'll try your Temper :
[Kneels. Sfor. is the not the Abstract Of all that's rare, or to be with’d in Woman?
Fran. It were a Kind of Blatphemy to dispute it: -But to the Purpose, Sir,
Sfor. Add to her Goodness,
Fran. Now I find the End
Sfor. Alas! Francisco, Her greatest Enemy is her greatest Lover'; Yet, in that Hatred, her Idolater., One Smile of her's would make a Savage tame; One Accent of that Tongue would calm the Seas, Though all the Winds at once ftrove there for Empire, Yet I, for whom she thinks all this too little, Should I miscarry in this present Journey, (From whence it is all Number to a Cypher, I ne'er return with Honour) by thy Hand Must have her murther'd.
Fran. Murther'd !-She that loves so, And so deserves to be belov'd again? And I, who sometimes you were pleas’d to favour, Pick'd out the Instrument?
Sfor. Do not fly off: What is decreed, can never be recall’d. 'Tis more than Love to her, that marks her out A wish'd Companion to me, in both Fortunes : And strong Affurance of thy zealous Faith, That gives up to ihy Trust a Secret, thai Racks Thould not have forc'd from me.- Francisco, There is no Heav'n without her; nor a Hell, Where she refides. I ask from her but Justice, And what I would have paid to her, had Sickness, Or any other Accident, divorc'd Her purer Soul from her unspotted Body. The flavish Indian Princes, when they die, VOL. II. U
Are chearfully attended to the Fire
Fran, 'Tis not Fear
Sfor. I will, Francisco: But still remember, that a Prince's Secrets Are Balm, conceal'd; but Poison, if discover'd. I may come back; then this is but a Trial, To purchase thee, if it were possible, A nearer Place in
Fran. 'Tis a Character
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Then Jonson came, instructed from the School,