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Rh One Lover lost, have you not Millions more? Can you complain of Want, whom all adore? All Hearts are yours, ev'n mine, that fierce and free Ranging at large, disdain’d Captivity, Caught by your Charms, the Savage trembling lies, And prostrate in his Chain, for Mercy dies.

Ori. Respect is limited to Pow'r alone, Beauty distrest, like Kings from Empire thrown, Each Insolent invades, regardless of a Frown. How art thou chang'd, ah wretched Princess! now, When ev'ry Slave that loves, dares tell thee so!

Arcal. If I do love, the Fault is in your Eyes, Blame them that wound, and not the Slave that dies: If we may love, then sure we may declare; If we may not, ah why are you so fair! Who can behold those Lips, that Neck, this Waste, That Form divine, and not be mad to taste?

Ori. Pluck out these Eyes, revenge thee on my Face, Tear off my Cheeks, and root up ev'ry Grace, Disfigure, kill me, kill me instantly, Thus may’st thou free thy self at once, and me. Arcal. Such strange Commands’twere impious to obey, I wou'd revenge my self a gentler Way.

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