The Distrest Mother A Tragedy |
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SCENE IV.
Orestes.Am I awake! where am I! soft, my Soul:
Be not too rash.—Was that Hermione?
Why should her Anger thunder against me?
Was not this Blood-shed all by her Command?—
I am, indeed, a most outragious Monster!
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And all to please a false ungrateful Woman.
Henceforward let the Laws of Nations cease;
And let the Pale, that severs Right and Wrong,
Things Sacred and Prophane, be broken down:
Gods in their Temples, Kings upon their Throne,
Are not in safety, while Orestes lives.
Oh, never more shall my torn Mind be healed,
Nor taste the gentle Comforts of Repose!
A dreadful Band of gloomy Cares surround me,
And lay strong Siege to my distracted Soul.
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