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SCENE I.

SCENE, a Champian Country with Plains and easie Hills, the End of a Wood on one Side, and Prospect of a City at Distance.
Enter Camilla and Linco.
Cam.
These fruitful Fields,
These Plains so sweet,
These Walls, are the fair Volscian Seat.
To view my Loss fresh Torture yields,
And melts my weeping Eyes.

Linc.
Metabo, your Royal Father, now at Rest,
Flew from Latino's Arms, by Fate opprest:
The dear Companion of his Flight was you,
The Wrongs you suffer'd much too young to know.

Cam.
And my poor Mother!

Linc.
Nature's boasted Pride;
The Hour she gave you to the World, she dy'd.

Cam.
Forlorn Camilla! Fate has done its worst: