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SCENE X.
Enter Learchus.Lear.
Enough of ill, my soul. At length 'tis time,
After so many dangers past, to change
This baneful course. I cannot bear for ever
To tremble near the fatal precipice;
To reverence others, and detest myself.—
What do I see! my rival slumbering here?
O! happy thou, born under friendly stars!
The inhuman fair, who scorns my love, reserves
Her charms for thee; but I in vain must mourn
Abandon'd to despair; while 'midst th' embraces
Of mutual fondness thou shalt scorn my sufferings,
And find new pleasure from Learchus' pains.
O cruel image that distracts my heart!
No—let not him survive by whom I perish;
[draws a dagger.
Here let him die—but ha! what would I do!
[stops.
Are these the generous thoughts I form'd but now?
Is this my late remorse?
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