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Camilla

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SCENE XVII.
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SCENE XVII.

Enter Turnus and Camilla, and after Lavinia.
Turn.
When Love to Constancy is join'd,
What unknown Raptures fill the Mind!

Cam.
Great Sir!

Turn.
Come near.

Cam.
Your Slave vouchsafe to hear.

Turn.
Turnus was never deaf to a Virgin's Pray'r.

Cam.
I am th'Unhappy Shepherdess.

Turn.
I've lately heard of thy Distress.
Thy Valour too I've heard proclaim'd;
Whilst this my Wonder, that my Pity claim'd
How gracefully she moves!

Cam.
I sue to Thee.
The Gods reject not a poor Suppliant's Knee:
And the Sun-Beams with equal Lustre shine,
As well upon the Thistle as the Vine.

Turn.
She of no Mortal Race appears,
A Heav'nly Form her Visage wears.
Nymph, I adore ye!

[Enter Lavinia.
Lav.
Ungrateful!

Turn.
Such Heav'nly Beauty—

Lav.
Turnus! Dorinda!

Turn.
I am Lavinia's Slave.

Cam.
What would the Princess have?

Lav.
Nymph, I adore ye!—


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Turn.
Lavinia!

Lav.
Such Heav'nly Beauty!

Turn.
Your jealous Fears remove.

Lav.
With such a Grace y'are pleas'd to see her move.

Cam.
Live in each other, happy Pair,
None so True, and none so Fair.

Lav.
Ungrateful Turnus!

Turn.
You wrong my Love.

Lav.
Were she but Noble, as she's Fair,
I know for her you wou'd declare.

Cam.
'Tis far beneath your Dignity,
Thus to insult o'er Misery.

Lav.
Dorinda, leave me, may'st thou be
Happy in any, but in him.

Cam.
I fly;
Yet I'm a Queen, as well as she.

[Exit.
Lav.
Fly, fly, and follow your Idol Beauty,
That flies before ye.
I find no Ease in
The Life you gave me:
Death is more pleasing,
Why did you save me?
But yet remember,
I did adore ye.
Fly, fly, &c.

[Exit.
Turn.
Her jealous Fears at once perplex and please,
For Jealousie's a sign of fervent Love;
Yet gladly would I give her Passion Ease,
And her ill-grounded Jealousie remove.
O Tyrannous Jealousie!
Fly far away, no more molest,
Fly from my Fair Lavinia's Breast.
Resign to Love and Joy,
Aspiring,
And fatal Feuds desiring,
A tender Lover's Passion,
A Virgin's Inclination,
Thou labour'st to destroy.

End of the Second Act.
A Dance.