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s of discretion, and may dispose of her self; but I can hold no longer: and is this your _Mahometan_ Conscience, to take other Mens Wives, as if there were not single Harlots enough in the World? [_In rage_. _Guz_. Peace, thou diminutive Christian. _Fran_. I say, Peace thou over-grown _Turk_. _Guz_. Thou _Spanish_ Cur. _Fran_. Why, you're a _Mahometan_ Bitch, and you go to that. _Guz_. Death, I'll dissect the bald-pated Slave. _Fran_. I defy thee, thou foul filthy Cabbage-head, for I am mad, and will be valiant. [Guz. _throws his Turbant at him_. _Car_. What Insolence is this!--Mutes--strangle him.-- [_They put a Bow-string about his neck_. _Jul_. Mercy, dread Sir, I beg my Husband's life. _Car_. No more,--this fair one bids you live,--henceforth, _Francisco_, I pronounce you a Widower, and shall regard you, for the time to come, as the deceased Husband of the Great _Sultana_, murmur not upon pain of being made an Eunuch--take him away. _Jul_. Go, and be satisfied, I'll die before I'll yield. _Fran_. Is this my going to Sea?--the Plague of losing Battels light on thee. _When ill success shall make thee idle lie, Mayst thou in bed be impotent as I_. _Car_. Command our Slaves to give us some diversion; Dismiss his Chains, and use him with respect, because he was the Husband of our beloved _Sultana_. _Fran_. I see your Cuckold might have a life good enough if he cou'd be contented. [_They pull off his Chains_. [Carlos _and_ Julia _sit under an Umbrella_. The SONG. _How strangely does my Passion grow, Divided equally twixt two_? Damon _had ne'er subdued my Heart, Had not_ Alexis _took his part: Nor cou'd_ Alexis_ powerful prove, Without my_ Damon's _aid, to gain my Love. When my_ Alexis _present is, Then I for_ Damon _sigh and mourn; But when_ Alexis _I do miss_, Damon _gains nothing but my Scorn: And, if it chance they both are by, For both, alas! I languish, sigh, and die. Cure then, thou mighty winged God, This raging Fever in my Blood. One golden-pointed Dart take back; But which, O_ Cupid, _wilt thou take? if_ Damon's, _all my hopes are crost: Or, that of my_ Alexis, _I am lost_. _Enter Dancers, which dance an Antick_. _Car_. Come, my dear _Julia_, let's retire to shades. [_Aside to her_. Where only thou and I can find an entrance; These dull, th
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