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Rh I must not weep; and yet I must, to think That I must not forgive Live; but live wretched, 'tis but just you shou'd, Who made me so: Live from each others sight: Let me not hear you meet: Set all the Earth, And all the Seas, betwixt your sunder'd Loves: View nothing common but the Sun and Skys: Now, all take several ways; And each your own sad fate with mine deplore; That you were false, and I could trust no more. Exeunt severally.

E juster, Heav'n: such virtue punish'd thus, Will make us think that Chance rules all above, And shuffles, with a random hand, the Lots Which Man is forc'd to draw.

Cleop.I cou'd tear out these eyes, that gain'd his heart, And had not pow'r to keep it. O the curse Of doting on, ev'n when I find it Dotage! Bear witness, Gods, you heard him bid me go; You whom he mock'd with imprecating Vows Of promis'd Faith. I'll die, I will not bear it. You may hold me.

But I can keep my breath; I can die inward, And choak this Love.

Iras.Help, O Alexas help! The Queen grows desperate, her Soul struggles in her, With all the Agonies of Love and Rage, And strives to force its passage.

Cleop.Let me go. Art thou there, Traitor!O O