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SCENE V.
Joseph, Asenath.Jos.
Whence, Asenath, this Grief that hangs upon thee,
And like a Morning Mist which hovers o'er
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Asen.
Life of my Life, and Source of all my Bliss,
It is but to resemble thee the more.
When Zaphnath sighs can Asenath be gay?
Can Asenath enjoy, when Zaphnath suffers?
AIR.
The silver Stream, that all its way
Transparent to the Ocean flows,
Mix'd with the turbid Surges grows
As ruffled and impure as they.
Transparent to the Ocean flows,
Mix'd with the turbid Surges grows
As ruffled and impure as they.
Thus glided I through Life's serene,
But now dire Griefs thy Breast inflame,
My mingling Bosom Shares the same,
And I, like thee, am wretched seen.
Da Capo.But now dire Griefs thy Breast inflame,
My mingling Bosom Shares the same,
And I, like thee, am wretched seen.
Tell me, O tell me thy Heart's Malady,
That I may steal it from thee if I can.
Jos.
A slight Disorder—publick Cares—
Enter Phanor.
Phan.
My Lord,
The long-expected Strangers are arriv'd,
And with them comes a Youth of matchless Beauty.
Jos.
[Aside.]
My Benjamin! Thanks Heav'n! Straight make them enter.
[To Phan.
My Love, retire a while—Soon thou shalt know
The Business of my Heart—Permit me only
Some Moments more—
Asen.
Your Will, my Lord, is mine.
[Exit.
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