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SCENE XI.
Sylviaalone.
What can this mean? He's gone, but still remains
Before my eyes: he's gone, but still my thoughts
Pursue where'er he goes. Why am I thus
Disturb'd, yet know not where this passion tends?
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What is this, alas! I prove,
Pain or pleasure at my heart?
If 'tis pain that thus can move,
O how pleasing is the smart.
Pain or pleasure at my heart?
If 'tis pain that thus can move,
O how pleasing is the smart.
'Tis a pain that lulls to rest,
Every other thought disarms,
Yet awakens in my breast
New desires and soft alarms.
Every other thought disarms,
Yet awakens in my breast
New desires and soft alarms.
[Exit.
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