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60 Oh, Dollabella! how could you betray This tender heart, which with an Infant-fondness Lay lull'd betwixt your bosoms, and there slept Secure of injur'd Faith?

Dolla.If she has wrong'd you, Heav'n, Hell, and You revenge it.

Ant.If she wrong'd me, Thou wouldst evade thy part of guilt; but swear Thou lov'st not her.

Dolla.Not so as I love you.

Ant.Not so! Swear, swear, I say, thou dost not love her.

Dolla.No more than Friendship will allow.

Ant.No more? Friendship allows thee nothing: thou art perjur'd And yet thou didst not swear thou lov'dst her not; But not so much, no more. Oh trifling Hypocrite, Who dar'st not own to her thou dost not love, Not own to me thou dost! Ventidius heard it; Octavia saw it.

Cleop.They are enemies.

Ant.Alexas is not so: he, he confest it; He, who, next Hell, best knew it, he avow'd it. (To Dol.) Why do I seek a proof beyond your self? You whom I sent to bear my last Farewel, Return'd to plead her stay.

Dolla.What shall I answer? If to have lov'd be guilt, then I have sinn'd; But if to have repented of that love Can wash away my crime, I have repented. Yet, if I have offended past forgiveness, Let not her suffer: she is innocent.

Cleop.Ah, what will not a Woman do who loves! What means will she refuse, to keep that heart Where all her joys are plac'd! 'Twas I encourag'd, 'Twas I blew up the fire that scorch'd his Soul, To make you jealous; and by that regain you. But all in vain; I could not counterfeit: In spight of all the damms, my love broke o'er, And drown'd my heart again: Fate took th' occasion; And