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 COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA 327 �To seek those shades, where I intend to goe, For tho' employ'd, still in adorning Tombs, Within the Grave, her splendour never comes, There Love and Fame, their pains and pleasures cease, And nothing will remain with us, but peace. 60 �[A noise within. �I hear some steps, and fear a new surprize, Lett me but take this look, for 'tis my last, Farewell, my lord, this night devides us ever, Now lett my eyes begin their work assign'd, [She weeps. �Till death shall close, or tears shall weep them blind. �Blan. Will thou forsake me then, to-night my love, This fatal night, oh ! stay but till to-morrow, Stay but untill she's wearing towards the dawn And lett me make thee yett one visit more In that soft hour, of secrecy, and love. 70 �I have not told thee half what I've to say, Not on these hands, enough renew' d my vows, Nor warm'd 'em, with my dear repenting tears, I must return, I must return, Marina, And then again, we'll thus, and thus, take leave. �[Eagerly kissing her hand; Capriccio calls from within. �Cap. Charge, charge, where are you, Come let me take care of you quickly, Or I shall fall asleep. �Mar. Away my lord, that noysy fellow's coming, Like the loud roar of some o're swelling flood, 80 �To break the gentle murmurs of our parting, Farwell to all thats dear a long and last f arwell. �[She goes slowly off, he looking after till she's out of sight. �Blan. Oh ! do not speak itt, nor so swiftly move But take by such degrees, that object from me, That till tis past, I scarce may feel my ruine, ��� �