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SCENE THE SECOND.
Scipio.Sci.
Thy rage
Thou should'st have wreak'd against my breast alone,
Ungrateful Masinissa; or on me
Its violence, like billows on a rock,
Should have been broken.—But confused he bears
His wavering steps towards me; perchance he knows
The destiny of Syphax ... How I feel
Pity for him!—Ah! come to me; ah come! ...
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