Act III. Scene I.

Recitative.
How dreary to my heart is this gay chamber,
Those crystal mirrors and those marble walls
Add to thy gloom; while sweetly sad remembrance,
The joyful hour of liberty recalls.
My lonely form reflected as I pass,
Seems like a spectre on my steps to wait,
Inquiring from the gold enwreathed glass,
Can mighty grandeur be thus desolate ?

Song.

"Scenes that are Brightest."

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