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SCENE X.
Barsene, Olinthus.Olin.
To content
The austerity of age, we must begin
To act the hero from our infant years;
But, ah! Barsene, different is the plan
Of sprightly youth. Say, does Olinthus still
Share in thy tenderness?
Bar.
Alas! my lord,
Why would you mock me thus? Since long ere this
Mine have been shaken off for nobler chains,
And, to her sovereign, pleas'd Barsene yields?
Why would you mock me thus? Since long ere this
Mine have been shaken off for nobler chains,
And, to her sovereign, pleas'd Barsene yields?
I know in sport thou seek'st my love:
Know too, but few the tears I shed;
But little grief my soul can move,
To find a faithless lover fled.
Know too, but few the tears I shed;
But little grief my soul can move,
To find a faithless lover fled.
Another now my heart inspires;
To him my fond affections turn;
And in my breast the pleasing fires
Still burn, and shall for ever burn.
To him my fond affections turn;
And in my breast the pleasing fires
Still burn, and shall for ever burn.
[Exit.
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