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SCENE III.
LLANDORVIN, and the SOLDIER.LLANDORVIN.
Great giver, and supporter of our being!
Howe'er thy deep, inscrutable decree
Dispose of my poor residue of life,
Be bounteous to my child! when she has lost me,
As soon she must, by violence, or nature,
Let not her youth in desolation want
Objects of care, that may endear existence!
Still may she find in life friendship and love,
Sweet as her charms, and perfect as her virtue.
SOLDIER.
Forgive me, brave old man! but 'tis my order
To bear thee hence to more secure confinement,
Within the castle, where the King resides.
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Good friend! 'tis I should pardon ask of thee,
That I am slow to thank thee, as I ought,
For a most signal act of generous pity
And kindness to my child: Give me thy hand!
Humanity, that shines in rigor's office,
Has double grace, and wins redoubled love.
Come! teach me how to shew thee I am grateful!
If fate allows me nothing more to give,
My dying benediction rest upon thee!
(Exeunt.
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