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Whor'd by my flave----perfidious wretch! may
As furely feize thee, as I faw too well.
What I have faid (quoth he) I must maintain, For by th'immortal pow'rs it feem'd too plain--By all those pow'rs, some frenzy seiz'd your mind, 779 (Reply'd the dame) are these the thanks I find? Wretch that I am, that e'er I was fo kind! She faid; a rifing figh exprefs'd her woe, The ready tears apace began to flow, And as they fell she wip'd from either eye 784 The drops (for women, when they lift, can cry.) The Knight was touch'd; and in his looks appear'd
Signs of remorfe, while thus his spouse he chear'd:
Madam, 'tis past, and my short anger o'er! Come down, and vex your tender heart no more;
Excufe me, dear, if aught amiss was faid, 790
Ah my lov'dlord! 'twas much unkind (fhe cry'd) On bare fufpicion thus to treat your bride. 795 But till your fight's establish'd, for a while, Imperfect objects may your sense beguile. Thus when from sleep we first our eyes display,' The balls are wounded with the piercing ray, And dufky vapours rife, and intercept the day : So juft recov'ring from the fhades of night, 801 Your fwimming eyes are drunk with fudden light, Strange phantoms dance around, and fkim before your fight.
Then, Sir, be cautious, nor too rashly deem; Heav'n knows how feldom things are what they feem! 805
Confult your reafon, and you foon fhall find
With that she leap'd into her Lord's embrace With well diffembled virtue in her face. 811 He hugg'd her close, and kiss'd her o'er and o'er, Disturb'd with doubts and jealoufies no more;
Both, pleas'd and blefs'd, renew'd their mutual
A fruitful wife, and a believing spouse.
Thus ends our tale, whofe moral next to make,