Dido | ||
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SCENE VII.
Selenealone.
To scorn my flame! deny me every hope,
This may be constancy for thee to boast;
But if thou canst forbid a gentle heart
To ease her torments with complaining love,
Ah! call not then such constancy thy virtue:
He knows no virtue who has lost compassion.
O! Heaven, I faint, I die with love,
Yet nothing can my tyrant move,
Forbid in welcome death to prove
The wretch's last relief.
Ah! wherefore, cruel man! deny
To hear my plaints, and ere I die
To yield at least one tender sigh
In pity to my grief.
Yet nothing can my tyrant move,
Forbid in welcome death to prove
The wretch's last relief.
Ah! wherefore, cruel man! deny
To hear my plaints, and ere I die
To yield at least one tender sigh
In pity to my grief.
[Exit.
Dido | ||