SCENE IX.
Ardelia sola.
Ard.
What Scenes of Mischief agitate his Mind?
Heav'n surely sent me here
To shield this lovely Maid, and her Belov'd,
From all his black Attempts.
How odious must these Actions render him,
To any Eye but mine;
And yet, base as he is,
I still must love him.
AIR.
To love and not belov'd again,
Is sure a Grief, all Griefs by far exceeding;
What Torments must that Heart sustain,
Which burns for those that are for others bleeding?
Yet such is my inevitable Woe,
I love my Ruin, tho' I know 'tis so.
[Exit.
