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SCENE I.
Zimrialone.
Recitative accompanied.
Again seduc'd to guilty joys, again
I break away to muse and to be wretched.
Farewel the peaceful hour of meditation,
When conscious virtue wafts the soul to heaven!
If I look inward now, I start with horror;
And life becomes a burden and a curse.
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