With their great image, on our natures. Die! Consider well the cause, that calls upon thee: And, if thou'rt base enough, die then. Remember, Thy Belvidera suffers; Belvidera! Die--damn first--What! be decently interr'd In a church-yard, and mingle thy brave dust With stinking rogues, that rot in winding-sheets, Surfeit-slain fools, the common dung o'th' soil! _Jaf._ Oh! _Pier._ Well said, out with't, swear a little-- _Jaf._ Swear! By sea and air; by earth, by heav'n, and hell, I will revenge my Belvidera's tears. Hark thee, my friend--Priuli--is--a senator. _Pier._ A dog. _Jaf._ Agreed. _Pier._ Shoot him. _Jaf._ With all my heart. No more; where shall we meet at night? _Pier._ I'll tell thee; On the Rialto, every night at twelve, I take my evening's walk of meditation; There we two will meet, and talk of precious Mischief-- _Jaf._ Farewell. _Pier._ At twelve. _Jaf._ At any hour; my plagues Will keep me waking. [_exit Pierre. Tell me why, good heaven, Thou mad'st me, what I am, with all the spirit, Aspiring thoughts, and elegant desires, That fill the happiest man? Ah, rather, why Didst thou not form me sordid as my fate, Base-minded, dull, and fit to carry burthens? Why have I sense to know the curse that's on me? Is this just dealing, nature?--Belvidera! _Enter Belvidera._ Poor Belvidera! _Bel._ Lead me, lead me, my virgins, To that kind voice. My lord, my love, my refuge! Happy my eyes, when they behold thy face!