SCENE XI.
Enter Tullia.
Tul.
Fair Nymph, Lavinia calls thee.
Cam.
I am Lavinia's Slave.
Pren.
Stay, fair Dorinda;
What would my Sister have?
Linc.
to
Tul.
Fair, I love thee.
Tul.
He is a handsome Swain.
Pren.
Dorinda, for Love of thee I burn, I die!
Cam.
Such Beauty pleases, tho' in an Enemy.
[Aside.
Linc.
Who art thou?
Tul.
Tullia, a Lady of the Court.
Linc.
And I Dorinda's Uncle.
Tul.
Thank Heav'n for't.
Pren.
Charming Fair, for thee I languish!
But bless the Hand
That gave the Blow.
With equal Anguish
Each Swain despairs,
And when she appears
Streams forget to flow.
Cam.
(Aside)
Wretched Camilla! a double Slave thou art,
He who expects thy Crown, now claims thy Heart.
Wretched am I that I gain him,
And I gladly would disdain him,
Whom my Eyes have made my Slave:
But in vain do I endeavour;
Fate resisting,
Love persisting,
Unconquer'd ever,
Me an equal Vassal have.
[Exeunt Pren. and Cam.
