Abdelazer; or, The Moor's RevengeThe Young King; or, The MistakeThe City Heiress; or, Sir Timothy Treat-AllThe Feign'd Curtezans; or, A Night's IntrigueNotesness and Love-- If I cou'd blush, I shou'd thro all this Cloud Send forth my Sense of Shame into my Cheeks. Qu. Ingrate! Have I for this abus'd the best of Men, My noble Husband? Depriving him of all the Joys of Love, To bring them all intirely to thy Bed; Neglected all my Vows, and sworn 'em here a-new, Here, on thy Lips-- Exhausted Treasures that wou'd purchase Crowns, To buy thy Smiles--to buy a gentle Look; And when thou didst repay me--blest the Giver? Oh, Abdelazer, more than this I've done-- This very Hour, the last the King can live, Urg'd by thy Witch-craft, I his Life betray'd; And is it thus my Bounties are repaid? Whate'er a Crime so great deserves from Heav'n, By Abdelazer might have been forgiven: [Weeps. But I will be reveng'd by penitence, And e'er the King dies, own my black Offence-- And yet that's not enough--Elvira-- [Pauses. Cry murder, murder, help, help. [She and her Women cry aloud, he is surpriz'd, the
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