The changeling King who oft has kneel'd before me,

And own'd no other pow'r, now treats me

With ill dissembl'd love mix'd with disdain.

A newer beauty rules his faithless heart,

Which only in variety is blest;

Oft have I heard him, when wrapt up in sleep,

And wanton fancy rais'd the mimic scene,

Call with unusual fondness on Evanthe,

While I have lain neglected by his side,

Except sometimes in a mistaken rapture

He'd clasp me to his bosom.

Edessa.

Edessa.

Oh! Madam,

Let not corroding jealousy usurp

Your Royal breast, unnumber'd ills attend

The wretch who entertains that fatal guest.

Queen.

Queen.

Think not that I'll pursue its wand'ring fires,

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