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SCENE XI.
Enter Teraminta.Xar.
But why with this Reserve appears my Charmer?
Why this Formality, this Air of Distance?
Does my Soul's Idol think that Birth or Titles
Can make the least Abatement in my Passion?
No, were I Monarch of the Globe's Extent,
I'm still the same, her faithful fond Xarino.
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So fond, and yet so dilatory:
That Passion must be cool indeed,
Which pleads Excuse,
And parleys for Delay.
Xar.
If to defeat a powerful Invader,
To save a Kingdom, and a Father's Life,
May be a Plea for Absence, that is mine.
Ter.
My Fears were groundless, and my Hopes are true,
Xarino's constant, and I still am happy.
AIR.
The Turtle lamenting
The Loss of her Mate,
From comfort absenting
Bewails her hard Fate.
But at his returning,
Her Joy she renews;
With Extasy burning,
Around him she cooes.
So I for my dearest
Did languish and mourn;
With Sorrow sincerest
My Bosom was torn.
His Truth when suspected,
How great was my Grief?
That Error corrected,
How sweet my Relief?
The Loss of her Mate,
From comfort absenting
Bewails her hard Fate.
But at his returning,
Her Joy she renews;
With Extasy burning,
Around him she cooes.
So I for my dearest
Did languish and mourn;
With Sorrow sincerest
My Bosom was torn.
His Truth when suspected,
How great was my Grief?
That Error corrected,
How sweet my Relief?
[Exeunt.
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