Or I nere liv'd to have heard it Gobrias; If thou but know'st the wrong her beautie does her, Thou wouldst in pity of her be a lyar, Thy ignorance has drawn me wretched man, Whither my self nor thou canst well tell: O my fate!

I fancy thou wouldst like such a Vision, had I time to finish it; because, to talk in thy own way, there is a Moral in it.

Should she return and enter now, How wouldst thou rue thy guilty flame!

New life thou wouldst to me and mine impart.

what wouldst with me? Iris.