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SCENE VII.
Enter Page.Page.
Pizarro makes Approach;
With him a comely Stranger Youth,
In Garb a seeming Moor,
But of Complexion fair.
Zoray.
'Tis well; their Coming is expected.—
Can'st thou be faithful, Boy?
And could'st thou be content, should Fate
Invite thy Mistress to some distant Shore,
Her wand'ring Steps t'attend?
Page.
With Marks of such indulgent Favour
You've still o'erpaid my worthless Duty,
Tho' Danger frown'd in rudest Shape,
I, to the utmost Bounds of Earth and Sea,
Would sue to be your Slave.
True as the Flow'r, that to the Sun
In Pride erects its gaudy Bloom,
I'll watch the Sunshine of your Eye.
In Pride erects its gaudy Bloom,
I'll watch the Sunshine of your Eye.
Prepar'd at ev'ry Glance to run,
And execute whate'er you doom,
Tho' Death should in the Service lie.
And execute whate'er you doom,
Tho' Death should in the Service lie.
Zoray.
O Virtue far above thy Years!
I'll study well to prize thy Worth.
They come—Retire: Occasion soon
Shall put to Proof thy valued Trust.
Exit Page.
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