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SCENE VIII.

Arsinoe alone. A Garden.
Arsin.
To War, my Thoughts! to War!
My Passions rage,
And Jealousie I call to Fight;
To Jealousie I'll give a total Rout.
The Trumpet sounds;
An Eccho rebounds,
Let her die, let her die; let Jealousie die.
Dorisbe and Ormondo both conspire
To rob my Soul of Rest:
I die, I die
A Sacrifice, to Love and Jealousie!
Arsinoe repose,
And ponder thy Misfortune now:
[Sits down, and Reposes on her Arm.
Must I, who am a Queen,
The Laws of Love receive?
Share with the trifling Boy my Crown?
Oh! what a vast Command I have,
At once a Monarch and a Slave?

Enter Dorisbe.
Dor.
Behold, the Tyrant sleeps!
[Comes up to Arsinoe with the Dagger in her Hand.
Death, seal her Eyes;
She sleeps her last:
I'll write my Wrongs in Blood;
At once pierce hers, and cure my bleeding Heart.