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my ſelf came up to her, and ſaid, Madam, you have mourn’d enough, it’s time to give over this Sorrow, which diſhonours us both; you have too much forgot what you owe to me and to your ſelf. Sir, ſays ſhe, it you have any. Kindneſs or Complaiſance left for me, I beſeech you put no Force upon me, allow me to give my ſelf up to mortal Grief, it’s impoſſible Time for to leſſen it.
When I ſaw that my Diſcourſe, inſtead of bringing her to Duty, ſerv’d only to increaſe her Rage, I gave over and retir’d. She continued every Day to viſit her Gallant, and for two whole Years gave her ſelf up to exceſſive Grief.
I went a ſecond time to the Palace of Tears, while ſhe was there, I hid my ſelf again, and heard her ſpeak thus to her Gallant: It is now three Years ſince you ſpoke one Word to me, you return no Anſwer to the Marks of Love I give you, by my Diſcourſes and Groans. Is it from want of Senſe, or out of Contempt? O Tomb! have you abated that exceſſive Love he had for me? Have you ſhut thoſe Eyes that ſhew’d me ſo much Love, and were all my Joy? No, no, I believe nothing of it. Tell me rather, by what Miracle you become entruſted with the rareſt Treafure that ever was in the World,
I muſt confeſs, my Lord, I was enrag’d at theſe Words; for, in ſhort, this Gallant ſo much doted upon this ador’d Mortal, was not ſuch an one as you would imagine him to have been: He was a black Indian, a Native of that Country. I ſay, I was ſo enrag’d at that Diſcourſe, that I diſcover’d my ſelf all of a ſudden, and addreſſing the Tomb in my turn, O Tomb! cry’d I, why don’t you ſwallow up that Monſter in Nature? or rather, why don’t you ſwallows up the Gallant and his Miſtreſs?
I had ſcarce finiſh’d thoſe Words when the Queen, who ſat by the Black, roſe up like a Fury. Ah cruel Man! ſays ſhe, thou art the Cauſe of my Grief; don’t you think but I know it? I have diſſembled it but too long, it’s thy barbarous Hand which hath brought the Object of my Love to this lamentable Condition; and you are ſo hard-hearted, as to come and inſult a deſpairing Lover. Yes, ſaid I, in a Rage, it’s I who. chaſtiz’d that Monſter according to hisDeſert
