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SCENE XVII.
Deidamia, Theagenes; Achilles behind.Ach.
[aside.]
O! that I now could free these coward limbs
From hated female weeds, the weeds of shame!
Theag.
Permit me, fairest princess, thus before you
To paint the warmth that glows within my breast,
To tell you all—
Deid.
O! speak no more of Love—
I must not hear—In me behold his foe.
I hate the boast of love-sick fires,
And every plaint of fond desires:
The train of lovers I despise,
And liberty alone I prize.
If all, like me, were thus sincere,
The truth would less offend our ear;
And falsehood then would rarely prove
The bane of those that trust in love.
And every plaint of fond desires:
The train of lovers I despise,
And liberty alone I prize.
If all, like me, were thus sincere,
The truth would less offend our ear;
And falsehood then would rarely prove
The bane of those that trust in love.
[Exit Deid. Achilles following, stops at the entrance.
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