William Congreve,
The Mourning Bride — Act IV
“ Torn, mangl'd, flay'd, impal'd- all Pains and Tortures That Wit of Man and dire Revenge can think, Shall he accumulated under-bear. ALM. Oh, I am lost- there, Fate begins to wound. KING. Hear me, then, if thou canst reply, know, Traitress, I'm not to learn that curs'd Alphonso lives; Nor am I ignorant what Osmyn is.- ALM. Then all is ended, and we both must die, Since thou'rt reveal'd, alone thou shalt not die. ”
