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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.

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