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SCENE II.
Roldan; Chorus; Messenger.Messenger.
Oh horror! Oh my friends!
Sophia!
Roldan.
Ha!
Messenger.
The sweet Sophia! She,
The loveliest flow'r of all Salopia's plains!—
Roldan.
Speak. What of her? Oh torture! Oh my fears!
Messenger.
She's dead! she's dead!
Roldan.
Oh God!
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Where? where? and how?
Messenger.
As, even now, her sad, repentant sire,
By me accompanied, the forest rang'd,
To seek, and bring her back, we found the fair
Suspended to a bough; a cruel cord—
By me accompanied, the forest rang'd,
To seek, and bring her back, we found the fair
Suspended to a bough; a cruel cord—
But see, the wretched man, and in his arms
His breathless child.
His breathless child.
Chorus.
This instant fly to where,
Beside the hill, Pharmacinus resides:
The pupil he of sage Humanicus,
'Tis like the hapless female may restore.
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