_Leo._ _Carlos_! _Carlos_! I have not deserv'd this usage. _Car._ Barbarous _Leonora_! but 'tis useless to reproach you; she that is capable of what you have done, is form'd too cruel ever to repent of it. Go on then, tyrant; make your bliss compleat; torment me still, for still, alas! I love enough to be tormented. _Leo._ Ah _Carlos_! little do you know the tender movements of that thing you name: the heart where love presides, admits no thoughts against the honour of its ruler. _Car._ 'Tis not to call that honour into doubt, if conscious of our own unworthiness, we interpret every frown to our destruction. _Leo._ When jealousy proceeds from such humble apprehensions, it shews itself with more respect than yours has done. _Car._ And where a heart is guiltless, it easily forgives a greater crime. _Leo._ Forgiveness is not now in our debate; if both have been in fault, 'tis fit that both should suffer for it; our separation will do justice on us. _Car._ But since we are ourselves the judges of our crimes, what if we should inflict a gentler punishment? _Leo._ 'Twould but encourage us to sin again. _Car._ And if it shou'd? _Leo._ 'Twould give a fresh occasion for the pleasing exercise of mercy. _Car._ Right: and so we act the part of earth and heaven together, of men and gods, and taste of both their pleasures. _Leo._ The banquet's too inviting to refuse it. _Car._ Then thus let's fall on, and feed upon't for ever. [_Carries her off, embracing her, and kissing her hand._ _Leo._ Ah woman! foolish, foolish woman! _San._ Very foolish indeed. _Jacin._ But don't expect I'll follow her example. _San._ You wou'd, Mopsy, if I'd let you. _Jacin._ I'd sooner tear my eyes out! ah----that she had a little of my spirit in her. _San._ I believe I shall find thou hast a great deal of her flesh, my charmer; but 'twon't do; I am all rock, hard rock, very marble. _Jacin._ A very pumice stone, you rascal you, if one would try thee; but to prevent thy humilities, and shew thee all submission would be vain; to convince thee thou hast nothing but misery and despair before thee; here----take back thy paltry thimble, and be in my debt for the shirts I have made thee with it. _San._ Nay, if y'are at that sport, Mistress, I believe I shall lose nothing by the balance of thy presents. There, take thy tobacco-stopper, and stop thy---- _Jacin._ Here, take thy sattin pincushion, with thy curious half hundred of pins in't, thou mad'st such a vapouring about yesterday: tell them carefully, there's not one wanting. _San._ There's thy ivory-hafted knife again, whet it well; 'tis so blunt 'twill cut nothing but love. _Jacin._ And there's thy pretty pocket scissars thou hast honour'd me with, they'll cut off a leg or an arm; heaven bless them. _San._ Here's the inchanted handkerchief you were pleased to indear with your precious blood, when the violence of your love at dinner, t'other day, made you cut your fingers----There.