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SCENE IV.
Phoebus.Infernal Jealousy! thou foe to rest,
Despotic ruler in the female breast,
Of Love begot, unnatural, and dire,
Thou prey'st upon the vitals of thy sire.
But, see! she comes, whom no such pangs excite,
The harbinger of ev'ry dear delight;
She comes, like teeming Spring along the plain,
Youth, Plenty, Health, and Pleasure, in her train.
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