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continues.
Salome Enters looking into a Pocket Glass.
Salome.
What is become of all that Beauty now
Which once made my Alexas Heart to bow:
But sure these Eyes have lost their powerful fires,
And now my o're-blown Beauty none Admires:
Else had those Snares, I there so often spread,
Caught that great Heart, I wou'd my Pris'ner lead.
False Glass—I am not what I was before.
flings the glass away.
Thou Ly'st, and thou shalt flatter me no more.
Else could not Tyridates so despise
The Charms, this Face once had, the Pow'r these Eyes.
So Ignorant, Alas! thou can'st not be
As not to understand both Love and Me.
What various Thoughts now wrestle in my Breast,
Loves Pleasure never equals its Unrest.
The busie Contest does like Billows rowle,
Bears this way now, and that way then my Soul.
Like Duellists, who struggle for their Fate,
Now strive with various Chance my Love, and Hate.
The Prince must know't, if then my aymes I miss,
What my Eyes can't obtain, I'le gain by This.
Draws her Dagger.
Thus I will go an Arbiter of Fate—
Life I dispence—if Love—Death—if I hate.

[Exit.