Arsinoe, Queen of Cyprus An Opera, After the Italian Manner |
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SCENE III.
A Prison. Ormondo in Chains, with a Letter in his Hand.Orm.
Conscious Dungeon,
Walls of Stone.
You that eccho to my Grief,
If not harder than my Fate,
Give, O give me some Relief.
Walls of Stone.
You that eccho to my Grief,
If not harder than my Fate,
Give, O give me some Relief.
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E'er in your hollow Womb
Breathless Ormondo you entomb,
Show me once the cruel Fair!
Since her Eyes first gave me Doom,
From her Lips 'twill easie come.
Breathless Ormondo you entomb,
Show me once the cruel Fair!
Since her Eyes first gave me Doom,
From her Lips 'twill easie come.
A gentle Slumber steals upon my Eyes,
Thank thee, kind Sleep:
When I awake,
This Letter to my Father.
Thank thee, kind Sleep:
When I awake,
This Letter to my Father.
[Falls asleep.
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