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Arsinoe, Queen of Cyprus

An Opera, After the Italian Manner
  
  
  

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SCENE VII.

Dorisbe, Ormondo.
Dorisbe.
Ormondo now the time is come,
And we alone.
I will impart
A Secret.

Orm.
You may rely
On my Fidelity,
I can be Secret
Tho' I cannot love

(Aside)
Dorisbe.
You know Arsinoe,
Whose haughty Pride
Has rob'd my Father of his Life,
And shed my Brothers blood.

Orm.
Inhuman Deed!
What would you do?

Dor.
Revenge, revenge
With impious blood appease
Their angry Ghosts.

Orm.
Ye Gods!

Dor.
But Yesterday I sent
To give her Death,
And know not how
She 'scap'd the blow.

Orm.
Ha! 'twas the Queen
Whom I reliev'd!


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Dor.
Ormondo you are brave
Espouse my quarrel,
And revenge my Cause.

Orm.
My Honour withstands.

Dor.
Dorisbe Commands.

Orm., Dor.
But pitty/Entreaty shou'd move you.

(Both.)
Orm.
Gods I must feign
(Aside.)
My Love, I will obey.