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Valentinian alone.Val.
Ah! whither would ye lead me now, disdain,
Love, jealousy, and all the cares of empire?
At once I feel myself a foe, a lover,
Incens'd and yet irresolute—Meantime
I pardon not nor punish. Well I know
Honour should drive this Fulvia from my heart.
From her my evils spring: but ah! I dare not
Attempt the conquest, such an unknown power
Weighs down my soul, and even endears my chains!
Ah! What avails imperial sway
While, still to rebel thoughts a prey,
I feed those tyrants in my breast,
The passions that destroy my rest.
While, still to rebel thoughts a prey,
I feed those tyrants in my breast,
The passions that destroy my rest.
But though my hapless state I own,
I blame not Fate nor Love,
'Tis from my fault I feel alone
The cruel pangs I prove.
I blame not Fate nor Love,
'Tis from my fault I feel alone
The cruel pangs I prove.
[Exit.
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