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SCENE VI.
Pizarro, Selima.Piz.
My Selima!
Sel.
Her Fate depends upon your Faith.—
Piz.
What means my Fair?
Sel.
Distrust not so your Charms:
Those beauteous Eyes must bind his Soul
In adamantine Chains.—
Perfidious Wretch!
Piz.
From what a Spirit comes This?
Sel.
Take back your fickle Vows,
Breath'd to the list'ning Heav'ns in vain;
I scorn to share in a divided Heart.
Your Sex is all Delusion.—
Cheated by flatt'ring Words and Sighs,
Professions, Oaths, and streaming Eyes,
We fall your easy Prey.
Professions, Oaths, and streaming Eyes,
We fall your easy Prey.
Ruin and Death are in your Smile,
And, like the treach'rous Crocodile,
You weep but to betray.
And, like the treach'rous Crocodile,
You weep but to betray.
Piz.
Ah, cruel and injurious Maid!
With your keen Ponyard pierce my Breast;
But do not wound my Faith.
Sel.
Your Faith is tainted by Zorayda's Eyes.
Piz.
Harbour not such a Thought.
If I am false, the vengeful Pow'rs,
That witness to a Lover's Truth,
Strike me with Misery! Swift Lightnings blast me!
Or, what I most should dread, let Death
Come wing'd from Selima's resenting Frown!
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Enough; I'm satisfied:—
What most we value, most we fear to lose.
Piz.
O Sounds to chear a lovesick Heart!
Sweet as the Musick of the Spheres
Sung to by Angels Notes!
The Transports of my Joy
O'erpow'r all Sense.—My kindest Fair,
O let me lead thee to that blissful Bow'r
Where first I breath'd my Love;
There I'll recount a thousand Vows
Of firmest Constancy:
Whilst Zephyrs with officious Zeal
Waft 'em, like Incense, to the purple Heavens.
Sel.
Too frail are Women's Hearts.
Take heed, how with a Syren's Song
You cheat my credulous Soul.
Exeunt.
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