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SCENE XII.
Y. Freeman.Ah! is the Cloud,
That hover'd o'er my Head, so soon dispers'd?
It is, it is, and ev'ry Mist expel'd;
And the gay Sun breaks brighter on my Eye.
See the dear Angel of my Comfort comes!
Say, heav'nly Fair, tell me, thou faithful Bride,
By what assisting Pow'r you broke the Toils
Which my Foes pitch'd for you, and shun'd their Hands,
To find your constant and your tender Mate?
Charlotte.
I wanted, and I sought, no Pow'r but Love
To guide me to my faithful Freeman's Arms.
Your gentle Father, when I enter'd here,
Gave me a Welcome, call'd me lovely Guest,
And say'd, go in, and find one that will give
You as much Comfort as you bring to him.
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You shall find Comfort and a Welcome here:
I'll be the Castle of my Love's Defence.
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