The Fatal Constancy a Tragedy |
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The Fatal Constancy | ||
SCENE I.
Ammon, and Tryphon.Ammon.
Nor yet the Rites of Sacrifice are past.
I scent the Fat of Oxen from the Altar,
And snuff the Censer's fragrant Offering.
Tryphon.
At length it ends. Behold the sinking Flame:
Zimon advances, and the busy Priests
Croud to divide their savoury Perquisites.
He comes in haste to meet me: now's our time:
Retire, and wait the Opportunity.
Ammon.
Now Mercury inspire thee!
[Ammon absconds.
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Peace! he's here.
The Fatal Constancy | ||