The False Count or a New Way to Play an Old Game

Not I, be witness heav'n with what reluctancy I forc't my breaking heart; and can I see, that charming Body in my Sisters Armes! that Mouth that has so oft sworn love to me, kist by anothers Lips! no, Jacinta, that night that gives him to another Woman, shall see him dead between the Charmers Armes. My life I hate, and when I live no more for Carlos, I'll cease to be at all, it is resolv'd.