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changes kind when planted in an husband. _Rod_. Well, what I am, I am; and what I will be, When you are mine, my pleasure shall determine. I will receive no law from any man. _Jul_. This strange unkindness of my Rodorick I owe to thee, and thy unlucky love; Henceforth go lock it up within thy breast; 'Tis only harmless while it is concealed, But, opened, spreads infection like a vault. Go, and my curse go with thee!-- _Gons_. I cannot go 'till I behold you happy:-- --Here, Rodorick, receive her on thy knees; Use her with that respect, which thou would'st pay Thy guardian angel, if he could be seen. --Do not provoke my anger by refusing.-- I'll watch thy least offence to her; each word, Nay, every sullen look;-- And, as the devils, who are damned to torments, Yet have the guilty souls their slaves to punish; So, under me, while I am wretched, thou Shalt be tormented.-- _Rod_. Would'st thou make me the tenant of thy lust, To toil, and for my labour take the dregs, The juicy vintage being left for thee? No: she's an infamous, lewd prostitute: I loath her at my soul. _Gons_. I can forbear No longer: swallow down thy lie, foul villain. [_They fight off the stage. Exeunt_. _Jul_. Help, help! _Amid_. Here is that witch, whose fatal beauty Began the mischief; she shall pay for all. [_Goes to kill JULIA_. _Hip_. I hate her for it more than thou canst do; But cannot see her die, my master loves. [_Goes between with her sword_. _Enter_ GONSALVO, _following_ RODORICK, _who falls_. _Rod_. So, now I am at rest:-- I feel death rising higher still, and higher, Within my bosom; every breath I fetch Shuts up my life within a shorter compass, And, like the vanishing sound of bells, grows less And less each pulse, 'till it be lost in air. [_Swoons away_. _Gons_. Down at your feet, much injured innocence, I lay that sword, which-- _Jul_. Take it up again; It has not done its work 'till I am killed: For ever, ever, thou hast robbed me of That man, that only man, whom I could love: Dost thou thus court thy mistress? thus oblige her? All thy obligements have been fatal yet, Yet the most fatal now would most oblige me. Kill me:--yet I am killed before in him. I lie there on the ground; cold, cold, and pale: That death, I die in Roderick, is far More pleasant than that life, I live in Julia.-- --See how he stands--when he is bid dispatch me! How dull! how spiritless! that sloth possest Thee n
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