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COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA 353 �I stood reclined upon the horrid Brim, �And gaz'd into it, 'till my baffl'd Sight �Piercing beyond the many jetting Rocks �That help to break by turns the falling Body, �Was lost in Shades, where it must rest for-ever: �And ready now to be pushed rudely off, 130 �This was my last, and best Reflection on it, �That there dwelt Peace, which is not to be found �In his dark Bosom, that has sold his Country. �Anax. Away with him to instant Tryal of it: See this obey'd, and plunge him headlong down; There, he'll have Time, if Life, for such fine Thoughts. Away, and bring me word it is perform'd. �[Exeunt Anax. and Lords. Aristomenes born off. �Babble and Sold. Away, away ; the Dungeon, the Dun- geon. Peace and Prosperity to Lacedemon! [Exeunt. �ACT II SCENE I �A Room in the Palace. Aristor alone. �Arist. I've torn with Cries the Roof of this vile Mansion. And from that Window, barred too closely up To give me leave to leap upon their Heads, Have curs'd the Croud, and told 'em whose I am: At which they laugh and cry, 'tis Phild's Madman. �[H e attempts but cannot force the Door. Confusion! that she dares confine me thus! Whilst my free Thoughts, unfollow'd by my Hand, Must see that cursed Deed, they can't prevent. Oh! Aristomenes, my noble Father! �Hear me, ye Fates, and let me but Revenge him ; 10 �Give me Revenge ; and now, methinks, I grasp it, ��� �