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SCENE VII.
Dione.Was ever grief like mine! O wretched maid!
My friendship wrong'd! my constant love betray'd!
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And all my days are over-cast with woe.
Long have I strove th'increasing load to bear,
Now faints my soul, and sinks into despair.
O lead me to the hanging mountain's cell,
In whose brown cliffs the fowls of darkness dwell:
Where waters, trickling down the rifted wall,
Shall lull my sorrows with the tinkling fall.
There, seek thy grave. How canst thou bear the light.
When banish'd ever from Evander's sight!
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