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SCENE XV.

The gardens belonging to the palace.
Achilles, Deidamia.
Deid.
Achilles, no; I can no longer trust
Thy oft-forgotten promise; should'st thou stay,
I know, in presence of Theagenes,

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Thy rage would know no bounds: thy look, thy speech
Might soon discover all. If yet thou lov'st me,
Leave me, in pity leave me.

Ach.
Yet permit me,
Retir'd apart, in silence to behold
The rival of my love.

Deid.
O! Heavens, I tremble
To think what danger waits thee—but he comes.

Ach.
[looking out.]
Is that the man whose rashness has presum'd!
And shall I tamely bear—

Deid.
Is this thy faith?
Already thou forget'st—

Ach.
A hasty impulse—
No more, my love—'tis past, and I am calm.

Deid.
Again thy warmth will speak.

Ach.
O! no, by Heaven!
Forgive me, Deidamia.

[he retires to the back of the stage.