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SCENE VI.
Aspasiaalone.
Can this be true! And is Lysimachus,
Is he too leagu'd against a wretched father?
O! faithless man! already he forgets me;
He thinks me dead; and thinks that to the dead
'Tis folly to be constant:—Cruel stars,
Midst all my sufferings this alone was wanting.
Is he too leagu'd against a wretched father?
O! faithless man! already he forgets me;
He thinks me dead; and thinks that to the dead
'Tis folly to be constant:—Cruel stars,
Midst all my sufferings this alone was wanting.
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What maid, alas! has ever seen
Her stars more adverse shine?
What tender heart by fate has been
Condemn'd to pains like mine?
Her stars more adverse shine?
What tender heart by fate has been
Condemn'd to pains like mine?
My sighs succeed each other still:
One woe another breeds;
And each succeeding grief I feel,
The former grief exceeds.
One woe another breeds;
And each succeeding grief I feel,
The former grief exceeds.
[Exit.
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