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SCENE IV.
A Chamber in the Royal Palace.
Enter Lavinia; and after Tullia, and Turnus disguis'd
like a Blackamoor.
Lav.
Tender Maids your Pity show,
Th'envenom'd Dart I feel,
Yet the Hand that gave the Blow,
The Eyes that wound me so,
No Virgin must reveal.
Tul.
Turnus, or rather Armidoro, the black Slave,
Waiting without does for Admittance crave.
Lav.
Let him appear in whom my Thoughts delight,
Whilst he is here, 'tis Day; when he is gone, 'tis Night.
Turn.
Lavinia, under this dark Disguise,
A Soul unspotted, Faith unconquer'd lyes.
Lav.
That Lustre lyes in Clouds conceal'd by tender Art,
Which else would blast a Virgin's Eyes, and scorch her Heart.
Tul.
The Art of Lovers none but Lovers know,
They make White Black, and Black they turn to Snow.
Turn. and Lav.
together.
One Day Cupid wantonly
Let a pointed Arrow fly,
Made me languish, pine and die.
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