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Rh And thus one minutes feigning has destroy'd My whole life's truth.

Ant.Thin Cobweb Arts of Falshood; Seen, and broke through at first.

Dolla.Forgive your Mistress.

Cleop.Forgive you Friend.

Ant.You have convinc'd your selves, You plead each others Cause: What Witness have you, That you but meant to raise my jealousie?

Cleop.Our selves, and Heav'n.

Ant.Guilt witnesses for guilt. Hence, Love and Friendship; You have no longer place in human breasts, These two have driv'n you out: avoid my sight; I would not kill the Man whom I lov'd; And cannot hurt the Woman; but avoid me, I do not know how long I can be tame; For, if I stay one minute more to think How I am wrong'd, my Justice and Revenge Will cry so loud within me, that my pity Will not be heard for either.

Dolla.Heav'n has but Our sorrow for our sins; and then delights To pardon erring Man: sweet Mercy seems Its darling Attribute, which limits Justice; As if there were degrees in Infinite; And Infinite would rather want perfection Than punish to extent.

Ant.I can forgive A Foe; but not a Mistress, and a Friend: Treason is there in its most horrid shape, Where trust is greatest: and the Soul resign'd Is stabb'd by its own Guards: I'll hear no more; Hence from my sight, for ever.

Cleop.How? for ever, I cannot go one moment from your sight, And must I go for ever? My joys, my only joys are center'd here: What place have I to go to? my own Kingdom? That I have lost for you: or to the Romans? They