ABSTRACT
Isa. Forbid it, the sweet Union Of all Things sacred; why the listning Stars
[A Noise under Ground. Will start at this! The Stars! Earth groan'd
to hear it. Is it firm Ground we tread Or the Convulsion here
[laying her Hand at her Breast.
Isa. Forbid it, the sweet Union Of all Things sacred; why the listning Stars
[A Noise under Ground. Will start at this! The Stars! Earth groan'd
to hear it. Is it firm Ground we tread Or the Convulsion here
[laying her Hand at her Breast.