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EPILOGUE. TO Don Sebastian, King of Portugall.
Spoken betwixt Antonio and Morayma.
Mor.
I Quak'd at heart for fear the Royal Fashion
Shou'd have seduc'd Ʋs two to Separation:
To be drawn in, against our own desire,
Poor I to be a Nun, poor You a Fryar.
Ant.
I trembled when the Old Mans hand was in,
He would have prov'd we were too near of kin:
Discovering old Intrigues of Love, like t'other,
Betwixt my Father and thy sinfull Mother;
To make Ʋs Sister Turk and Christian Brother.
Mor.
Excuse me there; that League shou'd have been rather
Betwixt your Mother and my Mufti-Father;
'Tis for my own and my Relations Credit
Your Friends shou'd bear the Bastard, mine shou'd get it.
Ant.
Suppose us two Almeyda and Sebastian
With Incest prov'd upon us:—
Mor.
Without question
Their Conscience was too queazy of digestion.
Ant.
Thou woud'st have kept the Councell of thy Brother
And sinn'd till we repented of each other.
Mor.
Beast as you are on Natures Laws to trample;
'Twere fitter that we follow'd their Example