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SCENE V.

Eleonora.
Adieu brave Youth!
Why art thou doom'd to suffer fruitless Pains!
And why, alas! am I the destin'd Wretch
That must inflict them?—Agonizing Thought!
I yielded up my fond, believing Heart
To him who basely left it, for the Charms
Of treacherous Ambition!—hapless Stuart!
How art thou chang'd! how lost! thy cruel Fate,
Like a false Harlot, smiles thee into Ruin!