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Let the storm rage with double violence,

Smiling I 'd view its wide extended horrors.

. 'T is not enough that we do know the ill,

Say, shall we calmly see the tempest rise,

And seek no shelter from th' inclement sky,

But bid it rage?—

. Ha! will he force thee from me?

What, tear thee from my fond and bleeding heart?

And must I lose thee ever? dreadful word!

Never to gaze upon thy beauties more?

Never to taste the sweetness of thy lips?

Never to know the joys of mutual love?

Never!—Oh! let me lose the pow'r of thinking,

For thought is near allied to desperation.

Why, cruel Sire—why did you give me life,

And load it with a weight of wretchedness?

Take back my being, or relieve my sorrows—

Ha! art thou not Evanthe?— Art thou not

The lovely Maid, who bless'd the fond Arsaces?— (Raving.)

. O, my lov'd Lord, recall your scatter'd spir'ts,

Alas! I fear your senses are unsettl'd.

. Yes, I would leave this dull and heavy sense.

Let me grow mad; perhaps, I then may gain

Some joy, by kind imagination form'd,

Beyond reality.—O! my Evanthe!

Why was I curs'd with empire? born to rule?—

Would I had been some humble Peasant's son,

And thou some Shepherd's daughter on the plain;

My throne some hillock, and my flock my subjects,

My crook my sceptre, and my faithful dog

My only guard; nor curs'd with dreams of greatness.

At early dawn I 'd hail the coming day,

And join the lark the rival of his lay;

At sultry noon to some kind shade repair,

Thus joyful pass the hours, my only care,

To guard my flock, and please the yielding Fair.

. I will not think, to think is torment— Ha!

See, how they twine! ye furies cut their hold.

Now their hot blood beats loud to love's alarms;

Sigh presses sigh, while from their sparkling eyes

Flashes desire— Oh! ye bright heav'nly beings,

Who pitying bend to suppliant Lovers' pray'rs,

And aid them in extremity, assist me!

. Thus, for the Trojan, mourn'd the Queen of Carthage;

So, on the shore she raving stood, and saw

His navy leave her hospitable shore.

In vain she curs'd the wind which fill'd their sails,

And bore the emblem of its change away. (Comes forward.)

. Vardanes—Ha!—come here, I know thou lov'st me.

. I do[,] my Lord; but, say, what busy villain

Durst e'er approach your ear, with coz'ning tales,

And urge you to a doubt?

. None, none[,] believe me.

I 'll ne'er oppress thy love with fearful doubt—

A little nigher—let me lean upon thee—

And thou be my support—for now I mean

T' unbosom to thee free without restraint:

Search all the deep recesses of my soul,

And open ev'ry darling thought before thee,

Which long I've secreted with jealous care.

Pray, mark me well.

. I will, my Royal Sire.

. On Anna thus reclin'd the love-sick Dido;

Thus to her cheek laid hers with gentle pressure,

And wet her sister with a pearly show'r,

Which fell from her sad eyes, then told her tale,

While gentle Anna gave a pitying tear,

And own'd 't was moving—thou canst pity too,