The King, experienc'd in mankind, saw through
The thin disguise of this most florid speech:
He saw the serpent in the spicy shrub;
— He saw the villain in the gentle eye.
Not deigning a reply, he bent his head
O'er the reviving Princess. Oh, OSMIDA!
Exclaim'd th'afflicted Prince, thy beating pulse,
Thy dear returning breath is now unwelcome.
Rather I'd see those eyes for ever clos'd,
This flutt'ring heart fixt by Death's potent voice,
Than thus receive thee back again to life.