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SCENE XII.
CASSANDANE.Miraculous in valour, more in grief!
To court new dangers doth thy spirit swell,
Yet could thy tongue from agony of heart
Ask, “if no plant affords some precious juice
“Which might dispel the sorcery of anguish,
“And disenchant the bosom from despair,
“That black magician in the mind?” Alas!
Whoe'er thou art, whatever be thy fault,
I will report thee in the words of pity.
Thy own sad strain will mitigate resentment
At thy intrusion to this seat of wonders,
Which awe my mind, and ev'ry sense confound.
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