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SCENE III.
Enter Ammon.
O, for a Heart of true Camelion Temper,
To change, and turn, and shift to all Complexions!
Then might Omphales hence! then might I tell
What labours here, and beats for Utterance!
—Yet shall I hide from Zimon aught? from him
Thro' whom I breathe? ought of this Nature too?
—Yet sure 'tis vain! a Child of busy Fancy!
Or some delusive Dæmon haunts my Slumbers!
—But then again 'tis pow'rful in my Soul,
And something like a Duty bids me on.
Oh, I'm all War within!—some Pow'r direct me!—
[Seems going off.
To change, and turn, and shift to all Complexions!
Then might Omphales hence! then might I tell
What labours here, and beats for Utterance!
—Yet shall I hide from Zimon aught? from him
Thro' whom I breathe? ought of this Nature too?
—Yet sure 'tis vain! a Child of busy Fancy!
Or some delusive Dæmon haunts my Slumbers!
—But then again 'tis pow'rful in my Soul,
And something like a Duty bids me on.
Oh, I'm all War within!—some Pow'r direct me!—
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