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SCENE IX.

Enter Ardelia.
Ard.
How sweet she looks?
How lovely ev'n in Sleep?
Too lovely to my Sorrow:
Who wou'd now imagine,
A Form so fair shou'd cause so much Distress?
Where's my Resentment now?
Coward Ardelia!
Rise up, my Injuries;
I call for Rage, and Pity comes.
Begone! fond Pity.

[Offers to strike.
Ter.
O Xarino!
How coud'st thou leave me thus?

Ard.
Who cou'd kill her? It must not be.

Ter.
Base Man! to wed another,
After such Vows to me.

Ard.
Strange, and almost incredible;
My own sad Fate.

Ter.
O shield me, Heav'n! what's that?

[Waking.
Ard.
A Friend, a poor afflicted Friend.

Ter.
No, you're a Man,
All Men are false:
As such I shun you.

[Exit.