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SCENE VII.

Zamti
solus.
I've silenc'd blood!—Ah, most unhappy father!
That voice, alas! too loudly calls upon me.

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My wife and infant rend my soul with anguish:
O charm to silence, Heav'n, the voice of grief,
Nor let me know the weakness of my soul.
Man is too weak, alas! to conquer nature:
Support him, Heaven! and when his cares are vain,
His drooping virtue with thy grace sustain!