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SCENE VI.
To Asenath, Joseph.Jos.
Struck, beauteous Damsel, with thy modest Charms,
I've ask'd thee of thy Father and the King,
To help allay the anxious Toils of Grandeur,
And smooth the rugged Brow of Publick Care.
Yet, authoris'd by both, I dread my Fate,
'Till thy own Voice has fix'd my Destiny.
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