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SCENE II.
Enter Prenesto.
Pren.
Dorinda, hear a faithful Lover.
Cam.
What would Prenesto say?
Pren.
In vain I fly from Sorrows,
That still attend me;
In Grief your Youth is wasted,
By Grief my Hopes are blasted.
Those Tears thus daily flowing,
That Breast with Sighs still glowing,
Will quickly end me.
Cam.
Prenesto! how can I that Joy bestow,
Which I my self must never know?
Pren.
With your Grief I simpathize,
But read Aversion in your Eyes.
Cam.
You wrong your own, accusing mine,
My tender Thoughts with Pity move.
Pren.
And yet ungrateful, you decline
To ease my Heart, and crown my Love.
Cam.
Upbraid no more, Prenesto,
My Virgin Passion;
With you I pine and languish,
I feel your Grief and Anguish,
But Fate is unrelenting,
And Fear is still preventing
My Inclination.
[Exit.
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