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SCENE VI.
Enter Robin Hood, disguis'd.Graspall.
With Raptures, Sir, I hail so great a Guest.
R. Hood.
Your Raptures, Sir, are well receiv'd; but here
Permit me this fair Goddess to revere.
Say, beauteous Nymph! will you my Suff'rings ease?
Or must I yield to Death by slow degrees?
Graspall.
Now, dear Clarinda, chear your Father's Heart,
Give him your full Consent, and then depart.
Clarinda.
No, Sir, my Heart's no longer mine to give,
With none but dear Leander will I live.
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The Ship is thus by Tempests toss'd
Upon the raging Main;
And now the Pilot thinks he's lost,
And now he hopes again:
Thus my divided Bosom fares,
By turns exults, by turns despairs.
Upon the raging Main;
And now the Pilot thinks he's lost,
And now he hopes again:
Thus my divided Bosom fares,
By turns exults, by turns despairs.
[Exit.
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