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Scene 5.
Ulamar, Irene, Zephario Wounded.
Zep.
O Horrour! Horrour! 'tis too late my Son.
Ire.
My Father bleeding? Stream my Eyes like fountains.
Zep.
Angiæ has been, and we are now no more.
Die Ulamar, and thou Irene Die:
If thou would'st Dye, as thou hast Liv'd with Honour,
Die quickly, while thy wretched Country-men:
The few remains of Angians scarse defend
The Entrance to this place—I can no more.
[Dies.
Ire.
He dies, he dies, and Heav'n looks calmly on.
Ul.
Hark! hark! they come, Retire my Love retire,
Now for the welcome that such guests deserve.
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