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SCENE V.

Asenath
alone.
Whence this unwonted Ardour in my Breast?
These new-born Sighs—'Tis true that he is Wise—
Majestick—graceful—Ah! I fear this Stranger
Has trespass'd on my unsuspecting Bosom.
AIR.
I feel a spreading Flame within my Veins,
Which all my Arts will not avail to quench;
With fruitless Toil from Place to Place I range,
No Toil, no Place gives Respite to my Pains.