No, all this while, ’tis you ’ve deluded been,
And have the greatest Reason to complain.
{How could I see you go, and yet survive,
{ out of Hopes of your Return and Live?
{I ’ve wrong’d you; but I hope you will forgive.
Yet grant it not, treat me severely still,
Tell me, that I ’ve abus’d, and us’d you ill.
Be harder still to please, encrease my Care.
And end my Sufferings with a sure Despair.
A Fate that ’s Tragical would doubtless be