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with beauties like to thine Would e'er permit a sorrow to intrude? Far hence in darksome shades does sorrow dwell, Where hapless wretches thro' the awful gloom, Echo their woes, and sighing to the winds, Augment with tears the gently murm'ring stream; But ne'er disturbs such happiness as mine. EVANTHE. Oh! 'tis not all thy boasted happiness, Can save thee from disquietude and care; Then build not too securely on these joys, For envious sorrow soon will undermine, And let the goodly structure fall to ruin. ARSACES. I charge thee, by our mutual vows, Evanthe, Tell me, nor longer keep me in suspense: Give me to know the utmost rage of fate. EVANTHE. Then know--impossible!-- ARSACES. Ha! dost thou fear To shock me?-- EVANTHE. Know, thy Father--loves Evanthe.-- ARSACES. Loves thee? EVANTHE. Yea, e'en to distraction loves me. Oft at my feet he's told the moving tale, And woo'd me with the ardency of youth. I pitied him indeed, but that was all, Thou would'st have pitied too. ARSACES. I fear 'tis true; A thousand crouding circumstances speak it. Ye cruel Gods! I've wreck'd a Father's peace, Oh! bitter thought! EVANTHE. Didst thou observe, Arsaces, How reluctant he gave me to thy arms? ARSACES. Yes, I observ'd that when he gave thee up, It seem'd as tho' he gave his precious life. And who'd forego the heav'n of thy love? To rest on thy soft swelling breast, and in Sweet slumbers sooth each sharp intruding care? Oh! it were bliss, such as immortals taste, To press thy ruby lips distilling sweets, Or circl'd in thy snowy arms to snatch A joy, that Gods---- EVANTHE. Come, then, my much-lov'd Prince, Let's seek the shelter of some kind retreat. Happy Arabia opens wide her arms, There may we find some friendly solitude, Far from the noise and hurry of the Court. Ambitious views shall never blast our joys, Or tyrant Fathers triumph o'er our wills: There may we live like the first happy pair Cloth'd in primeval innocence secure. Our food untainted by luxurious arts, Plain, simple, as our lives, shall not destroy The health it should sustain; while the clear brook Affords the cooling draught our thirsts to quench. There, hand in hand, we'll trace the citron grove, While with the songsters' round I join my voice, To hush thy cares and calm thy ruf
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