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SCENE NINTH.

MAHOMET, THE PRINCESS, CAMPESTRAN.
PRINCESS.
O holy father! much I grieve to see thee!
Exhaustless is, I fear, my cup of woe;
And thousands, of the baleful draught, drink with me.
Say, does my Hero live?

CAMPESTRAN.
Corvinus lives.
(The Princess looks up with thankfulness, to Heaven.)
Long by his side I fought: He still maintains
The sight, with more than human strength. His arm
The sword of Justice wields; 'tis Heav'n's own sword,
And he, vicegerent of the wrath of Heaven,
Exterminates, from earth, its scoffing foes.
He will avenge the insult done to Thee,
And to the Faith of Nations, by thy capture.

PRINCESS.
Thou God of battles! in a cause thus just,
Raise thy strong arm and buckler on his side!
Ye sainted Spirits of my royal Fathers,
Implore the Throne of Mercy for this Hero,
And save the guardian Genius of your Race!