314 THE POEMS OP ANNE �I care not who she is, nor why she came. All leave the room, all, but Monthaleon leave me, Nor will I bribe your foul and blister' d tongues, To hide this scandal, from the babling world. 'Tis Heavn's concern, that Innocence like mine Shou'd stand upright, without such vile supporters. �Lin. Shall we not tell him of his nephew's hurt. �[Aside to Monthal. �Mont. Not for your life, he bears too much already. 70 �Riv. Be still secure, and happy if you please. �[Aside to Mar. offering to lead her. �Mar. Stand off base wretch, stand off, and do not touch me, I'll put myself into Capriccio's hands, And fly from thee, and from thy brace of furies. �Capr. The Master's Mistresse, under my custody, �[Aside. See how preferment comes sometimes unlookt for. �Give me your hand Lady, and this shall still protect you. �[Exeunt all but Aub. and Month. �Month. My lord, I beg you wou'd again retire, And seek to rest �Leaving itt to your freinds, and cheifly me, 80 �To sound the depth, of this most vile contrivance. �Aub. Oh ! They have strook me in the tend'rest part The subtle villains, exquisite in mischeif, Knew this would wound me, deeper then their daggers ; My life, I cou'd have yielded them, Monthaleon, Wou'd they had taken' t, when my fame was clear, Then had I sett, like the declining Sun, With all my glorious beams, about my head, And left the world, repining at my fall. �But oh! to horrid darknesse, now I goe, 90 �Wrapt in those deeds, that seemingly are soe. �[Ex : leaning on Month. ��� �
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