Themistocles | ||
SCENE XV.
Enter Roxana, Aspasia, Sebastes.Rox.
[aside.]
I feel my spirits sink.
Asp.
Forgive, Roxana,
The duty that compels—
Rox.
Go, haughty maid,
Avoid Roxana's presence. Thou hast conquer'd:
I see, I own it all—I yield him to thee.
What would'st thou further? Seek'st thou greater triumph?
This insult is too much!—I'll bear no more.
Asp.
Thine anger patient I sustain,
I pity thy distress;
Thou canst not see my inward pain,
What griefs my heart oppress.
I pity thy distress;
Thou canst not see my inward pain,
What griefs my heart oppress.
Ah! who shall tell, since none can view
The thoughts I only know,
If envy for my bliss is due,
Or pity for my woe.
The thoughts I only know,
If envy for my bliss is due,
Or pity for my woe.
[Exit.
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