I doubt it not--You'll not delay your Charge; The Troops are all impatient for the Battle. (Exeunt TENESCO and PHILIP. CHEKITAN [solus). This is not to my Mind--But I must do it-- If Philip heads the Troops, my Hopes are blown-- I must prepare, and leave the Event to Fate And him--'Tis fix'd--There is no other Choice; Monelia I must leave, and think of Battles-- She will be safe--But, Oh! the Chance of War-- Perhaps I fall--and never see her more-- This shocks my Soul in spite of Resolution-- The bare Perhaps is more than Daggers to me-- To part for ever! I'd rather stand against Embattled Troops than meet this single Thought; A Thought in Poison dipp'd and pointed round; Oh! how it pains my doubting trembling Heart! I must not harbour it--My Word is gone-- My Honour calls--and, what is more, my Love. [ (Noise of MONELIA striving behind the scene.) What Sound is that?--It is Monelia's Voice; And in Distress--What Monster gives her Pain? [Going towards the sound, the Scene opens and discovers the PRIEST with her.

Tenesco Monologue from Ponteach; Or, The Savages of America

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