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SCENE X.
Cherinthusalone.
Ye powers! what means this storm! How could Timanthes
Excite her anger thus?—To bid me steep
This hand in brother's blood! the thought alone
Chills me with horror!—with what fix'd resentment,
And pride she spoke! yet even her rage can please;
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And soften every passion into love.
Beauty bears eternal arms
In that dear, that lovely face:
Anger gives it stronger charms;
Pity gives it softer grace.
In that dear, that lovely face:
Anger gives it stronger charms;
Pity gives it softer grace.
When she smiles, from ocean's stream,
Heavenly Venus seems to rise:
When she frowns, I surely deem
Pallas lighted from the skies.
Heavenly Venus seems to rise:
When she frowns, I surely deem
Pallas lighted from the skies.
[Exit.
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