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SCENE II.

Castor and Eliza.
Castor.
What nothing yet?
Poor anxious Lurcher, can'st thou spring no Game?

Eliz.
Yonder I see my Husband; and he seems
To loiter, as in eager Expectation.
Hah—see he bends this way.

Castor.
Behold, for what!
His gentle Paramour there joins him; look!—

Eliz.
Hah!—how obsequious!—Furies tear them both.

Castor.
Come let us take the Shelter of this Grove;
Unseen, from thence you may observe them well.

Eliza.
Any where, ere Sense is banish'd from me,
For I shall soon be past the Power of Thought.