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The Maids Tragedy Alter'd.
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Enter Amintor.
Am. 'Tis she; those fatal Berries shewThe mischief she's about to do.Women are govern'd by a stuborn fate:Their Love's insuperable, as their hate.No Merit their Aversion can remove;Nor ill requital can efface their Love.
Asp. Like Slaves redeem'd, Death sets us freeFrom Passion, and from Injury.The Living chain'd to Fortunes Wheel,In Triumph led, her changes feel:And Conquerors kept Poysons by,Prepar'd for her Inconstancy.Bays against Thunder might defend their Brow:But against Love and Fortune here's the Bough.Here she puts some of the Berries to her mouth,
Amintor, strikes the Berries out of her hand, andsnatches the Bough.

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