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SCENE I.
SCENE Continues.Ariana
Sola.
Still is this Castor odious to my Thought:
Fain would I chase his Image from my Mind,
But Fear, the Traitor Fear preserves him there,
There, where my Albert ever bore the Sway.
Edmund, indeed, had Virtues that might warm
The coldest Virgin's Breast to soft Desires:
My Father bad me like him; and I strove,
Nor strove in vain to gratify his Will;
While injur'd Albert pin'd.—Who knows but Heav'n,
In Justice to his suff'ring Truth, oppos'd
My late determin'd Marriage to his wrong!
And for my Guilt unhappy Edmund fell;
To dash my tinsel Scene of gaudy Hopes,
From blind Obedience to a Parent's Will.
Oh, teach me, sacred Powers, to reconcile
These diff'ring Duties that distract my Mind:
Let me be grateful to a Lover's Worth,
And not disturb a hoary Father's Peace.
Hah!—Poison to my Eyes!—Is Castor here?
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