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SCENE XI.
Learchusalone.
Heaven prospers to my wish the wiles of love:
Ye timorous lovers, learn from me to mix
Boldness and stratagem—to seize—to ravish—
All means are glorious. Be the conquest ours,
And whether wit or fortune give the prize,
Alike the victor merits his reward.
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May with the warrior well compare,
For whether fame or beauty charms,
Alike the school of love and arms.
The lover uses fraud and lies;
Insidious arts the warrior tries;
And both, when victory they gain,
Forget their former toil and pain.
[retires into the grove.
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