 | Erminia Or, The fair and vertuous Lady
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SCENA, 1.
The Scene, a Garden.
Aurindo.
Fie on these men, let never woman trust
them more, for my sake, for they all are false,
as is this Prince, this most perfidious Prince,
and all glory in deceiving them, as he,
false as he is, glories in deceiving me.
What a lost thing am I?
without a name and being;
neither what I was, nor what I am,
Cyrena nor Aurindo: my very thoughts
are lost too ith' Labyrinth of my self
with thinking on it.—Here by this fountain side
I'le lay me down and try whe'r I can sleep.
“if wearied slaves whose bodies are opprest
“with heavy burthens, would be glad to rest;
“much more wod lovers, whose minds bear about
“a heavier weight within, then they without.
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