SCENE II.
Cratander solus.
Cra.
Her Soul is soft,
And cannot bear his Sighs;
While mine are heard unpity'd.
Why is Xarino thus preferr'd to me?
He is my Prince, 'tis true,
But mighty Love disdains Subordination.
He is my Rival;
In that hated Name,
My greatest Enemy.
Why did he trust me with this fatal Secret,
And tempt my Eyes to teach my Heart Defection?
AIR.
Loyalty, Friendship, and Duty,
All must submit to bright Beauty;
No Power can Love's Passion controul.
Talk not to Lovers of Reason;
Pallas comes quite out of season,
When Cupid engrosses the Soul.
[Exit.
