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A DIALOGUE.
Chloris and Parthenissa.
C.Why dost thou all address deny?
Hard hearted Parthenissa, why?
See how the trembling Lovers come,
That from thy lips expect their doom,
P.
Cloris! I hate them all, they know,
Nay I have often told them so;
Their silly Politicks abhorr'd:
I scorn to make my Slave my Lord:
C.
But Strephon's eyes proclaim his Love
Too brave, tyrannical to prove.
P.
Ah Cloris! when we lose our pow'r
We must obey the Conquerour.
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Yet where a Gentle Prince bears sway,
It is no bondage to obey.
P.
But if like Nero, for a while,
With arts of kindness he beguile;
How shall the Tyrant be withstood!
When he has writ his Laws in blood!
C.
Love, Parthenissa, all commands,
It fetters Kings in charming bands;
Mars yields his Arms to Cupid's darts,
And Beauty softens savage hearts,
Chorus.
If nothing else can pull the Tyrant down,Kill him with kindness, and the day's your own.
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