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guise. —She starts.
eyes.But what affair this 'venturous visit drew? Abdelm. The greatest in the world, -the seeing
you. Lyndar. The courage of your love I so admire, That, to preserve you, you shall straight retire.
[She leads him to the door. Go, dear! each minute does new dangers bring; You will be taken; I expect the king.
Abdelm. The king !--the poor usurper of an hour:
Abdelm. My danger in the attempt is very small;
But, though his ruin be as sure as fate,
Lyndar. It is because I love you, I refuse;
Abdelm. You would in vain dissemble love to me;
wise; But, since the affair is great, I will advise. Abdelm. Then that delay I for denial take.
. [Is going
[Is going again. Lyndar. Your faithless dealings you may blush to tel:
[Weeping This is a maid's reward, who loves too well.
[He looks back.
Remember that I drew my latest breath,
you can invent, Even the least shadow of an argument: Lyndar. You want not cunning what you please
to prove, But my poor heart knows only how to love; And, finding this, you tyrannize the more: 'Tis plain, some other mistress you adore; And now, with studied tricks of subtlety, You come prepared to lay the fault on me.
' [Iringing her hands. But, oh, that I should love so false a man! Abdelm. Hear me, and then disprove it, if you
can. Lyndar. I'll hear no more; your breach of faith
is plain : You would with wit your want of love maintain. But, by my own experience, I can tell, They, who love truly, cannot argue well.Go, faithless man! Leave me alone to mourn my misery; I cannot cease to love you, but I'll die.
[Leans her head on his arm. Abdelm. What man but I so long unmoved could hear
Abdelm. By heaven, you shall not go! I will not
Lyndar. To tie me to you by a vow is hard ;
be. Lyndar. Nay, pr’ythee, this is harder than be
fore.Name any thing, good dear, but that thing more.
Abdelm. Now I too late perceive I am undone; · Living and seeing, to my death I run.
I know you false, yet in your snares I fall;
near! Lyndar. Haste quickly hence, lest he should find
you here! Abdelm. How much more wretched than I came,
I go! I more my weakness and your falsehood know;' And now must leave you with my greatest foe!
I will attend till time this throne secure;
[Music without. Music! and, I believe, addressed to me.
My Phyllis is still in my mind;
My feet, of themselves, the way find:
II. When Phyllis I see, my heart bounds in my breast,
And the love I would stifle is shown; But asleep, or awake, I am never at rest,
When from my eyes Phyllis is gone. Sometimes a sad dream does delude my sad mind; But, alas! when I wake, and no Phyllis I find, How I sigh to myself all alone!
III. . - Should a king be my rival in her I adore,
He should offer his treasure in vain: 0, let me alone to be happy and poor,
And give me my Phyllis again!
And envy no monarch his reign.