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SCENE VII.
Enter Aspasia.[Rox.]
[looking at Asp. with attention.]
Where's the mighty charm
That thus in her my Xerxes so adores?
Asp.
At length, Roxana, all your doubts are ended.
Rox.
[aside, looking at her.]
I cannot find a cause for chains so binding.
Asp.
What dost thou?—Wherefore gaze in silence on me?
Rox.
I seek the wonders of that face,
Those powerful eyes, and every grace,
That risk a king's repose.
A lover whom such charms assail,
Must find excuse if e'er he fail
In faith of former vows.
[Exit.
Asp.
What harsh reproaches! Tyrant Jealousy,
How dost thou torture hearts! I too, O Heaven!
Have prov'd no less for my Lysimachus.
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