 | The Tragedy of Ovid |  |
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Scena Tertia.
Enter Armelina Sola.Armelina.
Ovids fair Cosen Caralinda hath
Inspir'd a spiriti of Joy into me. Those
Sweet words she told me of my Phœbianus,
Sunk pleasantly into my heart, and thence
Disperse a Comfort unto all my Senses.
Before he travail'd, she would often whisper
Kind Accents in my ears of his Affection.
But (though I wish'd him well) I durst not give
To easy Credit to his amorous tongue.
Yet from my Childhood I have had a kindness.
For him, as he profes'd he had for me.
His Constancy my only Comfort is;
And I will pay with my Affection his.
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