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COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA 281 �By all the Virgins, that in secret mourn, �By all the tender and aluring things, �Writt by soft pens, drawn from yong Cupids wings, 200 �By love himself, and by his mothers smiles, �By ev'ry thing, that flatters and beguiles �I swear to man, I n'ere will listen more �[She pauses and sighs. �Unlesse to him, who broak all vows before. �Riv. Ten thousand curses, tear him from the earth, And furies (such as prey upon my soul) Be still th' attendants of his anxious hours. And as for you, Marina Cruel, ungratefull, obstinate Marina, �Know, that I will not whine, and be despis'd, 210 �Nor dye dispairing, and yett blesse the cause. �No, from this hour, itt is resolv'd, your charms �Shall be embrac'd, or crush'd between these arms. �[She goes out att one door, he going meets at the other door, Vil- marin and Linnian, and returns with them.] �Vil. You're tame Rivalto, and have made us so; Restrain'd the gen'rous heat, we shou'd have shewn, Before the Great, and strict observing General, Who may report itt, that he saw us baflTd, Rated like boys, and slander'd with reproach Of base dessigns, to haue betray'd our Country. �Riv. It was no slander that, we wou'd have done itt. 220 And tho his pow'r o'recame, and made us yeild, Yett, were itt to be try'd again I'de tempt itt: And to the Turk, the Tartar, or the Fiend Give up my Country, Kinsmen, Laws, Religion, Rather then see them bow beneath the sway Of this adoar'd, insulting Aubusson. �Lin. Why did you stop me then, when I was fir'd, ��� �