And discord be the prelude to destruction,

Then this detested race shall feel my hate.

Edessa.

Edessa.

And doth thy hatred then extend so far,

That innocent and guilty all alike

Must feel thy dreadful vengeance?

Queen.

Queen.

Ah! Edessa,

Thou dost not know e'en half my mighty wrongs,

But in thy bosom I will pour my sorrows.[Pg 39]

[Pg 39]

Edessa.

Edessa.

With secrecy I ever have repaid

Your confidence.

Queen.

Queen.

I know thou hast; then hear:

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