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SCENE VIII.
Honoriaalone.
Detested grandeur! tyrant of the mind!
Why wilt thou thus distract us? Why forbid
To indulge the freedom of unequal passion,
Yet prove too weak to guard our yielding heart?
Harmless nymphs on rural plains,
Happy is the lot you prove,
Whom in love no law restrains,
Save the gentle laws of love.
Happy is the lot you prove,
Whom in love no law restrains,
Save the gentle laws of love.
How blest! could I my suffering tell
To him whose virtues cause my smart,
And unconstrain'd, like you, reveal
The flame that preys upon my heart.
To him whose virtues cause my smart,
And unconstrain'd, like you, reveal
The flame that preys upon my heart.
[Exit.
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