Margery ; Or, A Worse Plague than the Dragon A Burlesque Opera |
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SCENE II.
A Desart.Mauxalinda
sola.
From Moore, and my too happy Rival flown,
Poor Mauxalinda wanders here alone.
Their Bridal Joys are worse than Death to me.
Alas! how cruel is my Destiny!
AIR.
Poor Mauxalinda wanders here alone.
Their Bridal Joys are worse than Death to me.
Alas! how cruel is my Destiny!
The Swain I adore has undone me;
He woo'd me until he had won me:
He courted me, sure, but to shun me,
And now from his Arms am I thrown.
He woo'd me until he had won me:
He courted me, sure, but to shun me,
And now from his Arms am I thrown.
Come Death, from Distraction relieve me,
Cold Earth to thy Bosom receive me;
Come thou who so basely could'st leave me,
And shed one kind Tear on my Stone.
Cold Earth to thy Bosom receive me;
Come thou who so basely could'st leave me,
And shed one kind Tear on my Stone.
[Exit.
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