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SCENE XI.

Teraminta meeting Cratander.
Cra.
Where flies my Fair?

Ter.
From Man, false Man.

Cra.
All are not false; Cratander loves you.

Ter.
I ought indeed,
But can't return that Love;
And yet I pity him.

Cra.
O speak once more,
Add Love to Pity,
And place him prostrate at your Feet.

Ter.
'Tis now too late.

Cra.
O no, suppose him here;
Nay more, behold him,
And reward his Passion.

[Discovers himself and seizes her Hand
Ter.
Is this your Artifice?
This unexpected Boldness,
Makes me repent my Pity.

Cra.
Then I repent my cowardly Delays:
And since Intreaty's vain,
Force shall assist my Wishes.

Ter.
Unhand me Ravisher.

Cra.
You plead in vain,
Consent can only soften me.

[Bearing her off.