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 "Almirena is addressing the Saracen king of Jerusalem, Argante, who is holding her prisoner and has just disclosed his passion at first sight for her.

One Italian translation :
Let me weep over
my cruel fate,
and let me sigh for
liberty.

May sorrow shatter
these chains,
of my torments
out of pity alone.

 

Another's translation:
Permit the wretched to complain
Of their unhappy fate;
The loss of liberty's a pain
That should our sights create.

When you wou'd comfort an afflicted mind,
Pity, not love, shou'd make you kind.

 

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