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SCENE VI.
Enter Semira.Sem.
Prince, whither would you go?
Artax.
Farewell, Semira.
Sem.
You fly me, Artaxerxes; stay and hear me.
Artax.
Permit me to depart; detain me not.
Sem.
Is this the welcome that thou giv'st to her,
Who sighs but for thy love?
Artax.
If I hear more,
Too much, Semira, I offend my duty.
Sem.
Go then, ingrate! I plainly read thy scorn.
Artax.
Forbear, dear idol of my love!
O! call me not ingrate:
Enough, alas! I'm doom'd to prove
The frowns of angry fate.
O! call me not ingrate:
Enough, alas! I'm doom'd to prove
The frowns of angry fate.
Love knows my passions, void of art,
Still on thy beauties dwell:
This truth my ever constant heart,
This truth thy own can tell.
Still on thy beauties dwell:
This truth my ever constant heart,
This truth thy own can tell.
[Exit.
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