SCENE I.
SCENE, The Camp.
Xarino, with a Letter.
Xarino.
This Letter from my faithful Friend Cratander,
Brings Information of such monstrous Deeds,
As stagger ev'n Credulity it self:
Oh, Teraminta!
Why did I, or indeed, why do I love thee?
Yet spite of all my past, and present Suff'rings;
So firmly art thou rooted in my Heart,
From thence I cannot tear thee—
AIR.
O Cupid, why art thou pursuing
Such endless Designs on my Heart,
To make me so fond of my Ruin,
And doat on the Cause of my Smart?
In vain do I strive to remove her,
Affection to Reason is blind;
In spite of her Failings I love her,
She's charming, tho' false and unkind.
