—— —— Bass. This Action speaks you noble—be likewise just, And let me know the Cause that moves your Anger. By Heaven I'd rather call you still my Friend, Than be your Enemy——Yet, if I wrong'd you, I'll give you Satisfaction—— —— —— Alon. Trifler, away——Too well thou know'st the Cause; And now would'st sooth my Wrongs with Flattery, But my Resolve is fix'd as Heaven's Decrees: And one of us must fall——Let the Survivor Dispose of that base, false, perjur'd Aurelia, As both his Love and Honour shall direct. If my propitious Stars defend my Life, You shall not die alone——Th' adulterous Fair Shall bear you Company——Now draw. —— —— —— —— Bass. Oh! hold. One Moment hold, I must unfold this Riddle: Adulterous Fair, say you? Alon. Yes: She's my Wife. Bass. Ha——your Wife! Sure there's a Curse entail'd upon that Name. [Aside. What! your real Wife? —— [Aside. Alon. If the Command of an expiring Father, And her own Vows can make her mine, she's so: Indeed the Marriage Rites are yet to come, Which slily she delay'd these two Months past, On slight Pretence of finishing the Time Of mourning for her Father——But 'tis plain, I was a Property to your base Love, And only design'd to fill up your Place, When surfeited you should return to Turin. Hell——Furies! Draw, or in my just Revenge, I'll pin you to the Earth—— —— —— —— Bass. Oh! Woman! Woman! [Aside. Yes, I will
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