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Arsinoe, Queen of Cyprus

An Opera, After the Italian Manner
  
  
  

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SCENE II.
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SCENE II.

Arsinoe alone.
Arsin.
Must then Ormondo die?
And die by me?
What Tygress gave thee Birth, Arsinoe?
Feraspe!
[She calls out.
Ah! Feraspe's gone!
Peace, my tumultuous Soul.
[She walks considering.
Ormondo has conspir'd;

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'Tis true, 'tis true:
But how can I
Live, and let Ormondo die?
But how can I, &c.
Then shall the Traitor live?
[Holding forth the Letter.
My Heart will harden when I Treason read.
[She opens the Letter, throws down the Superscription, and finds a blank Paper.
Ye Gods, what nothing here!
Ormondo's innocent.
O Jealousie, thou raging Ill,
Too late, too late, my Love, I see
'Tis I am guilty, thou art free.
I'll make what Speed I can, I'll fly,
To break thy Bonds, and give thee Liberty.
Wanton Zephyrs,
Softly blowing,
Watching,
Catching
Whispers going,
Bear in Sighs my Soul away.
Tell Ormondo what I bear;
Tell him how his Chains I wear;
Tell him all my Grief and Care:
Gently stealing,
And revealing
More than Love and I can say.

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Haste away,
And convey
More than Love and I can say.
Wanton Zephyrs, &c.
Bear in Sighs my Soul away.

[Goes off.