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SCENE V.

Enter Granius, Lucia following him.
Luc.
Granius!

Gran.
My dearest Love, I must not, dare not stay;
But to the Temple I must haste away:
Yet 'ere I go, receive this little Store,
[Gives her a Purse of Gold.
And if thy Granius prospers, think of more.—
My rising Genius now is busy grown,
And Fortue seems resolv'd my Worth to crown.
My Breast now glows with Thoughts of sudden State,
And Jove declares that Granius shall be great.

Luc.
Let such vain Transports, Granius, stand confin'd,
And to thy meaner Fortunes suit thy Mind.
These Extasies would far more welcome be,
Rightly employ'd on tender Love and me.

Gran.
For that we will some other Time allow;
Business of great Importance calls me now.
Thy Interest in great Manlius Suit I crave:
Prove but successful, and I'll be thy Slave.

Luc.
A Bribe more precious Lucia ne'er can have.

[They go out severally.