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SCENE XIII.
Manent Prenesto and Camilla.Cam.
Hope would my fond Heart ensnare.
But Oh!
Pren.
But what?
Cam.
My Soul is all Despair;
Close in my Bosom let it sleep.
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Thy secret Grief unfold.
Cam.
Conceal'd my Thoughts I ought to keep.
Pren.
To me they may be told.
Cam.
'Tis Love.
Pren.
Of whom? Were I the happy Swain!
Cam.
My Tyrant's Son is Author of my Pain.
Pren.
Preposterous Passion! I condemn thy Love
To him, who should thy Indignation move.
Cam.
Love is Almighty, and controls the Heart:
Thy Sire my Tyrant, thou my Idol art.
[Aside.
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