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SCENE XII.
Sabinaalone.
And do I weep? Ah! no—at least my weakness
Shall be conceal'd.—But such a cruel stroke
Bears down my best resolves. To Asia's clime
I came to find my love, and find him false:
I find him with my rival; see him troubled
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He flies my sight—and yet I must not weep:
Alas! a rock would weep at woes like mine.
Ye powers! if justice mark your reign,
To me his heart restore;
Nor let these flowing tears in vain
A loss like him deplore.
To me his heart restore;
Nor let these flowing tears in vain
A loss like him deplore.
You know he's mine, (ah! faithless spouse!)
You heard his last farewell,
When from his lips, with mingled vows,
The parting accents fell.
You heard his last farewell,
When from his lips, with mingled vows,
The parting accents fell.
[Exit.
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