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SCENE XVI.
Didoalone.
Amidst these warring thoughts methinks I find
My heart more light: I little fear the threats
Of proud Iarbas; but Æneas still
Even in resentment charms; in him I prize
His very wrath, the welcome proof of love.
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Like me you once were lovers—Hear, O! hear,
And let your heavenly bosoms feel for mine.
Ah! me, too oft the flatterer Love
Would sooth my easy heart,
And cries—“Thou soon wilt happier prove:”
Still rankles here the dart.
Would sooth my easy heart,
And cries—“Thou soon wilt happier prove:”
Still rankles here the dart.
Sometime with comfort's short relief,
Awhile my tortures cease;
But soon my breast with lasting grief
Repays a moment's peace.
Awhile my tortures cease;
But soon my breast with lasting grief
Repays a moment's peace.
[Exit.
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