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SCENE XVI.
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SCENE XVI.

Emira
alone.
Such various shapes, as love and hatred sway,
I take by turns, that oft my mind perplex'd
In passion's maze, scarce knows its own design.
I hate the tyrant, and to take his life
Would singly little fear a thousand bands
Of foes in arms: but then the thought recurs
That he is father to the man I love.
Yes, Siroes is myself, and O! with grief
I see his danger which myself have caus'd:
But when I think he is the tyrant's son,
O! then my heart is rent with secret anguish,
Alike in hatred, and in love unhappy.
Why was not I by Heaven decreed,
A shepherdess to tread the plain?
My bosom then no cares would breed,
But care my tender lambs to feed
And join in love some simple swain.

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But princes, born in regal state,
Still find their fortune insincere;
Since near the throne for ever wait
In ambush plac'd—Deceit and Fear.

[Exit.