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SCENE X.
Enter Selene.Sel.
O! my dearest sister!
At length Æneas—
Did.
Has he fled from Carthage?
Sel.
No—but expect to see his sails ere long
Spread wide their canvas to forsake the shore.
Even now I saw him to the ready ships
With eager speed conduct his following friends.
Did.
Ungrateful! perjur'd!—Heaven's! a wretched exile,
A wandering mendicant!—What heart but his
Could ever boast such cruelty!—And thou,
Unkind Selene! to behold his flight,
Yet want the power to stay him—
Sel.
Every care
Of mine was fruitless.
Did.
Haste, Osmidas, haste,
One moment yet detain him.
Osm.
Let me fly
To execute your will.
[Exit.
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