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Long live my Father, and now blessed be Heaven that ha•• made him Triumph over Iacobs Enemies, and trod upon the Necks of those that spoiled Israel.
Oh! wretched, wretched that I am, what have I done? And yet my vows are past recall.
What means the mighty the Victori∣ous Ieptha to be thus dismayed what trouble can
afflict the Conqueror, can Pagan Blood shed in so just a cause make him relent.
O no my Daughter, my dear comfort, and my Ages Sollace: But I h••ve pass'd my vows in lew of victory to offer to the mighty God, who has delivered Israel: what er'e I met first appertaining unto me and thou, unhappy thou more dearer to me than Life with ill timed Musick, art come first to meet thy wretched Father.
Great Sir be not dismay'd, but boldly keep your vows: What Glories greater then to live and dye a Virgin; all I ask is time to bewaile my Virginitie, and then dispose of me as you have vowed and longer trifle not with Heaven.
Thy Courage, O my dear dear Child Inspires my drooping Soul, though Tears burst from my Aged Eyes, which dry could view whole Nations Trage∣dies: take your freedom while you may, and then let Hea∣ven claim it's due; nor sh••ll thy memory be less lasting 〈◊〉〈◊〉 the World; not only famous shalt thou be in sacred Story, but yearly the Daughters of Israel shall bewaile thee on the Mountains.
O speak no more, least I offend the Great Creator of the Universe, with growing proud to be opprest with such a load of honour: Fare∣well my Father and my Lord, till two Months ex∣pire, and then I'll with obedience return to be at your dispose.
Tenthousand bl••ssings waite upon my Dar∣ling Love till she return.