Adelaide

Jaqueline

 Jaq. Where do you fly? Heavens! have you lost all sense?

 Adel. Oh, 'would I had! for then I should not feel;

   But I have sense enough to know I am wretched,

   To see the full extent of misery,

   Yet not enough to teach me how to bear it.

 Jaq. I did not think your gentleness of nature

   Could rise to such extremes.

 Adel. Am I not tame?

   What are these tears, this wild, dishevel'd hair?

   Are these fit signs for such despair as mine?

   Women will weep for trifles, bawbles, nothing.

   For very frowardness will weep as I do:

   A spirit rightly touch'd would pierce the air,

   Call down invisible legions to his aid,

   Kindle the elements.—But all is calm;

   No thunder rolls, no warning voice is heard,

   To tell my frantic father, this black deed

   Will sink him down to infinite perdition.

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