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SCENE XI.
Enter Cherinthus.Creu.
Thou com'st, Cherinthus,
In happy time to assist me.
Cher.
Dost thou, princess,
Still seek my brother's blood?
Creu.
No; rage inspir'd
That thought, and with my rage the thought is lost:
I seek his preservation. Dirce now
Goes to be sacrific'd, Timanthes raves
In wild despair: haste thou to calm his fury,
While I, on his behalf, entreat the king.
Cher.
O goodness worthy of a princely mind!
And who would not adore thee, fair Creusa?
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Creu.
How hast thou found Creusa cruel to thee?
This heart is different far from what thou think'st—
Perhaps—but go—thou would'st enquire too much.
Cher.
Kind stars! I ask not if ye prove
Still malignant to my state;
'Tis enough that she I love,
Gives me but to doubt my fate.
Still malignant to my state;
'Tis enough that she I love,
Gives me but to doubt my fate.
The wretch who, long inur'd to grief,
Had ne'er one happy hour to prize;
Whene'er he doubts, receives relief,
For hopes begin when doubts arise.
Had ne'er one happy hour to prize;
Whene'er he doubts, receives relief,
For hopes begin when doubts arise.
[Exit.
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