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SCENE IV.
Barsene, Mithranes.Bar.
Unhappy queen! her woes excite my pity.
Mith.
Have you so much compassion for her pains,
And yet for me, Barsene, feel so little?
Bar.
If pity's all you seek, I freely grant it;
But if you hope for love, your hopes are vain.
Mith.
And have I not enough to make me wretched,
That thou would'st now deprive me even of hope?
Bar.
Light are the sufferings that you prove;
You freely may complain:
And if you cannot waken love,
At least you pity gain.
You freely may complain:
And if you cannot waken love,
At least you pity gain.
But I, alas! in secret mourn,
All hopeless of relief;
Nor the dear youth, for whom I burn,
Is conscious of my grief.
All hopeless of relief;
Nor the dear youth, for whom I burn,
Is conscious of my grief.
[Exit.
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