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SCENE IV.

Changes to Thyra's Tent.
Thyra, Edwina.
Sure, 'tis some warning Pow'r that whispers here.
My beating Heart forebodes th' Approach of Fate,
And labours with th' Event.—Edwina, come:

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Friend of my Life, dear Partner of my Woes!
Teach me to combat these surrounding Terrors,
That overwhelm my Soul!

Edwina.
Take Comfort, Thyra:
All may be well.

Thyra.
Oh, this unpitying Dane!
Raging with Insolence, and red with Slaughter!
What cannot he attempt!

Edwina.
Distrust not Heav'n.
The valiant Athelstan hath vow'd Protection.
Wrong not his generous Care.

Thyra.
May ev'ry Pow'r
That watches o'er the just and brave, protect him,
And crown his Days with Honour!