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The SCENE changes to a Palace.
[Enter King, Courtiers, Ruid. Pin. Portuguese, Guards, &c.
King.
Come all, and share my Joys, Peace Reigns, the People pleased,
I've punish'd my worst Foe, and sav'd the best of Friends.
Let Music now resound. Begin the Sports
To entertain our Court, while I and They,
Too full of our new Joys to relish others,
Look back with pleasing Horror on past dangers.

Enter Armusia and Quisara.
Arm.
Oh! Sir! accept my silent gratitude, words were not made to speak a Joy like mine.
I cannot speak my Thanks.

King.
Rise, you're excus'd from words,
You must have time to calm the stormy Bliss.
Then leave awhile this bright Assembly here
To Mirth and soft delights.
We'll ease with Talk our Pangs of Joy within.
Now spight of Subtle Foes all Danger's past,
And Heav'n on Vertue showrs Rewards at last.

[Exeunt.