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Rh And flow'r of Beauty did I wed that Lady, Whom blushing I must praise, because I left her. You call'd; my Love obey'd the fatal summons: This rais'd the Roman Arms; the Cause was yours. I would have fought by Land, where I was stronger; You hindred it: yet, when I fought at Sea, Forsook me fighting; and (Oh stain to Honor! Oh lasting shame!) I knew not that I fled; But fled to follow you.

Ven.What haste she made to hoist her purple Sails! And, to appear magnificent in flight, Drew half our strength away.

Ant.All this you caus'd. And, Would you multiply more ruins on me? This honest Man, my best, my only friend, Has gather'd up the Shipwrack of my Fortunes; Twelve Legions I have left, my last recruits, And you have watch'd the news, and bring your eyes To seize them too. If you have ought to answer, Now speak, you have free leave.

''Alex. aside.''She stands confounded: Despair is in her eyes.

Ven.Now lay a Sigh i'th' way, to stop his passage: Prepare a Tear, and bid it for his Legions; 'Tis like they shall be sold.

Cleo.How shall I plead my cause, when you, my Judge Already have condemn'd me? Shall I bring The Love you bore me for my Advocate? That now is turn'd against me, that destroys me; For, love once past, is, at the best, forgotten; But oftner sours to hate: 'twill please my Lord To ruine me, and therefore I'll be guilty. But, could I once have thought it would have pleas'd you, That you would pry, with narrow searching eyes Into my faults, severe to my destruction. And watching all advantages with care, That serve to make me wretched? Speak, my Lord, For I end here. Though I deserve this usage,