 | The Law of Lombardy |  |
SCENE III.
PRINCESS,alone.
I shall attend your order. This cold parting
Speaks his displeasure; and my heart accustom'd
To the kind sunshine of approving smiles,
Droops at the chilling change. Ye gentle breasts,
Strangers as yet to love, be warn'd by me.
Soft as the printless step of midnight sleep,
The subtle tyrant steals into the soul:
Once seated there, securely he controuls
The idle strife of unimpassion'd ties,
And laughs to scorn their sober impotence.
As feeble vassals lift their arms in vain,
In the unequal conflict soon o'erthrown,
They prove their weakness, and his power supreme.
[Exit.
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