Ang. Devil! dost wanton with my Pain- have at thy Heart.
Will. Hold dear Virago! hold thy Hand a little, I am not now at
leisure to be kill'd- hold and hear me- Death, I think she's in
earnest. [Aside. Ang. Oh if I take not heed, My coward Heart will
leave me to his Mercy. [Aside, turning from him. -What have you, Sir,
to say?- but should I hear thee, Thoud'st talk away all that is brave
about me: [Follows him with the Pistol to his Breast. And I have vow'd
thy Death, by all that's sacred. Will. Why, then there's an end of a
proper handsom Fellow, that might have liv'd to have done good Service
yet:- That's all I can say to't. Ang. Yet- I wou'd give thee time for
Penitence. [Pausingly. Will. Faith, I thank God, I have ever took care
to lead a good, sober, hopeful Life, and am of a Religion that teaches
me to believe, I shall depart in Peace. Ang. So will the Devil: tell
me How many poor believing Fools thou hast undone; How many Hearts
thou hast betray'd to ruin! -Yet these are little Mischiefs to the
Ills Thou'st taught mine to commit: thou'st taught it Love. Will.
Egad, 'twas shreudly hurt the while. Ang. -Love, that has robb'd it of
its Unconcern, Of all that Pride that taught me how to value it, And
in its room a mean submissive Passion was convey'd, That made me
humbly bow, which I ne'er did To any thing but Heaven.
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