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 330 THE POEMS OF ANNE �Nor can you hope but by consent t' avoid itt, �No, when I told you of my wealth, and purpose, �'Twas not to lett you 'scape, and so prevent me, 30 �Therefore once more, I sett the choice before you. �[She weeps and trembles. �Mar. Then I will go, leave me an hour but to prepare my �self, And I will go, when you return again. �Riv. Oh! fine request, no, I have laid things better, A private door behind that loose hung arras, Leads down a pare of stairs into the sea, A cover'd boat, now waits there to receive us. Give me your hand, without one farther thought, Else here I'll leave you dead, and 'scape that way myself. Your hand Marina. 40 �Mar. I'll dye e're give my hand to such a villain. Thou canst not, darest not, wilt not be so wicked. �[He going to stab her, she runs toivards the bed. �Riv. Then take that just revenge of all thy pride, I've sworn to reach thy heart, and now I'll do itt. �Mar. Oh ! murther, murther, Some unseen pow'r, protect me from this murther. �[Capriccio starting from the bed, lays hold on Rivalto's dagger hand. Whilst they strive the key falls out of Rivalto's pock- ett, she takes itt and runs out crying murther. �Cap. That pow'r am I, oh! rogue, assault a woman, Mar. Oh! help, some help to catch a villain. [Exit. �Capr. I have itt now, but twas a plaguy tugg �[Cap. gets y dagger. Ha! what more work, 50 �[Rivalto gets out his sword and endeavours to passe by him he �draws. �Then this must stop your course. �[Enter Blan: leaning upon his sword. ��� �