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SCENE II.
A Gallery.Augusta, with Attendants.
Aug.
What, gone! impossible! it cannot be:
To leave the Palace thus at Dead of Night:
Oh false Rodulpho!
Traitor to Friendship, Gratitude, and Love!
But much more false Amelia!
The faithless Spouse of a distressed Husband:
This Conduct will imprint a greater Wound,
Than his Defeat and Loss of Liberty.
To leave the Palace thus at Dead of Night:
Oh false Rodulpho!
Traitor to Friendship, Gratitude, and Love!
But much more false Amelia!
The faithless Spouse of a distressed Husband:
This Conduct will imprint a greater Wound,
Than his Defeat and Loss of Liberty.
To see such Woes dear Casimir oppress,
And slighted by a faithless Wife,
Fills all my Soul with exquisite Distress,
And makes me weary of this Life.
But as an Instance of the cordial Love
I to my injur'd Brother bear,
I'll by th'immortal Pow'rs that rule above,
To Justice bring the guilty Pair.
And slighted by a faithless Wife,
Fills all my Soul with exquisite Distress,
And makes me weary of this Life.
But as an Instance of the cordial Love
I to my injur'd Brother bear,
I'll by th'immortal Pow'rs that rule above,
To Justice bring the guilty Pair.
[Exit.
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