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SCENE XII.

Constantia
alone.
Time o'er me flies with pitying wings,
But Time to me no comfort brings:
Though trees and rocks with years decay,
My sorrows ne'er shall pass away.
Still here I live, and mourn in vain
A life of slow-consuming pain.
O! let me yield at once my breath,
And lay me gently down in death.
[seats herself in a melancholy posture on the trunk of a tree, repeating the first part of the air.
While absence hence, in thoughtless innocence
My Sylvia wanders, let this hand resume
Its melancholy labour.

[returns to her work.