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SCENE VIII.
Armida in her proper Shape.Arm.
And cannot then the Beauties of my Youth,
The promis'd Joys I offer'd to his View,
Nor Hells big Threatnings, lure him to my Will?
And thou, my Heart rejected, and disdain'd,
Art still the vain Implorer of his Love?
No! Let me rouze slow Vengeance from her Cell,
And strike the curs'd ungrateful Monster dead!
Yet, Oh mad Hand! what wou'd thy Rage attempt?
Must he, in whom I live, feel Death from me?
Oh strange Effect of Love! Oh Coward Breast,
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'Tis gone, the fond Desire! and Reason reigns!
Rise all ye Furies that obey my Call,
And shake your wiry Whips to whet my Rage;
I'll find some new unheard of Punishment;
To—but alas! He is too Fair to die!
Cruel Charmer I that love thee,
Fain wou'd move thee with my Pain;
'Tis with Grief that cold I prove thee,
Lov'd so truly, love again.
Fain wou'd move thee with my Pain;
'Tis with Grief that cold I prove thee,
Lov'd so truly, love again.
Cruel Charmer, &c.
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