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SCENE II.
Moroc, Zaida, Lyssa.MOROC.
Recit. Accomp.
No more I come with Sighs and Pray'rs,
A proud ungrateful Fair to sue:
Revenge a Festival prepares,
A Festival for Love and you!
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LYSSA,
O hear her Sighs, believe her Tears,
The Heart may change that pants with Fears.
[To Moroc.
ZAIDA.
Hear not my Sighs, nor trust my Tears,
My Heart may pant, but not with Fears:
His Treasure lost, the Miser mourns.
LYSSA.
More Treasure found, his Joy returns.
MOROC.
Hence Jealousy and love-sick Cares!
Vengeance now my Bosom tears!
LYSSA.
“The Joys of Power will here attend thee!
ZAIDA.
“The Joys of Love with Zoreb send me!
LYSSA.
“With him your Heart new Woes would prove.
ZAIDA.
“I fear no Woes with him I love.
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“Away with Love and fond Desires—
“Vengeance rage with all thy Fires.”
Recit.
“Vengeance rage with all thy Fires.”
Lyssa, depart!—this is no Hour for Joy,
I come not now to pity; but destroy—
[Exit Lyssa, &c.
To Zaida's Arms her Lover I resign;
He's dead, and dying thought you mine,
For him alone you draw your Breath,
With him you shall rejoice in Death!
I come not now to pity; but destroy—
[Exit Lyssa, &c.
To Zaida's Arms her Lover I resign;
He's dead, and dying thought you mine,
For him alone you draw your Breath,
With him you shall rejoice in Death!
[Dead March.
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