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62 They hate me for your sake: or must I wander The wide World o'er, a helpless, banish'd Woman, Banish'd for love of you; banish'd from you? I, there's the Banishment! Oh hear me; hear me, With strictest Justice: For I beg no favour: And if I have offended you, then kill me, But do not banish me.

Ant.I must not hear you. I have a Fool within me takes your part; But Honour stops my ears.

Cleop.For pity hear me! Wou'd you cast off a Slave who follow'd you, Who crouch'd beneath your Spurn?He has no pity! See, if he gives one tear to my departure; One look, one kind farewel: Oh Iron heart! Let all the Gods look down, and judge betwixt us, If he did ever love!

Anth.No more: Alexas!

Dolla.A perjur'd Villain!

''Anth. to Cleop.Your Alexas''; yours.

Cleop.O 'twas his plot: his ruinous design T'ingage you in my love by jealousie. Hear him; confront him with me; let him speak.

Anth.I have; I have.

Cleop.And if he clear me not

Ant.Your Creature! one who hangs upon your smiles! Watches your eye to say or to unsay Whate'er you please! I am not to be mov'd.

Cleop.Then must we part? Farewel, my cruel Lord, Th'appearance is against me; and I go Unjustifi'd, for ever from your sight. How I have lov'd, you know; how yet I love, My only Comfort is, I know my self: I love you more, ev'n now you are unkind, Than when you lov'd me most; so well, so truly, I'll never strive against it; but die pleas'd To think you once were mine.

Ant.Good Heav'n, they weep at parting. Must I weep too? that calls 'em innocent. I