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SCENE XI.
A Magnificent HallGozanes on the Throne. Attendants, &c.
Goz.
Xarino has perform'd such Miracles,
That not to recompense, wou'd be Ungrateful.
Bid him approach, and ask his Soul's Request.
Enter Xarino.
My Son, to thee I owe my Life and Empire,
Nor can I rest,
Until I've recompens'd such great Deserts.
Demand whate'er thou wilt, by yon high Heav'n,
Gozanes grants it.
Xar.
That high Heav'n is Witness,
Saving my Duty to my Royal Parent,
Here is the Centre of my Soul's Ambition,
The only Object of my ardent Wishes.
Introducing Teraminta
Goz.
O bear her hence.
Xar.
What means my Royal Father?
Goz.
That Heav'n is just; there, there's the injur'd Face.
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Did you then bid me ask but to deny me
Goz.
I grant thee any thing, but do conjure this
Let me ne'er see her more.
Xar.
We go, dread Sir, for where her Sight's offensive.
Mine sure must be distasteful.
AIR.
With her round the World will I wander,
For her ev'ry Hardship I'll bear;
Distress will but make me grow fonder,
While smiling she sweetens my Care.
Since then my fond Passion does grieve you,
O let me your Blessing implore;
And then I for ever will leave you,
No, never to trouble you more.
For her ev'ry Hardship I'll bear;
Distress will but make me grow fonder,
While smiling she sweetens my Care.
Since then my fond Passion does grieve you,
O let me your Blessing implore;
And then I for ever will leave you,
No, never to trouble you more.
Goz.
Stay, I command you!
Fear not, fair Nymph! but answer solemnly,
How this Enamel came in your Possession.
Ter.
It was my dying Father's latest Token,
To whose most dear Remembrance,
I wear it next my Heart.
Goz.
Who was thy Father?
Ter.
A Shepherd, Sir, and of no small Possession.
Goz.
Rise, Princess, rise! thy Father was no Shepherd,
But mighty Zantimenes King of Cuba.
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Each Feature in that Face bears strict Remembrance
To the dear injur'd Monarch, for whose sake
A Train of Vengeance has thus long pursu'd me;
But as I robb'd thy Father of his Throne,
To thee I yield it.
[Kneels.
Ter.
Rise, Sir, and spare my Blushes,
A greater Gift than Empire's in your Pow'r;
Give me Xarino, for I ask no more.
I had much rather choose to be your Daughter,
Than to be Empress of the World's Extent.
DUETTO.
Ter. and Xar.
My Treasure, my Pleasure, my Joy, and Delight,
How great my Affection, thy Virtue how bright!
Fly Jealousy, fly, and Suspicion adieu,
For happy am I, as my Charmer is true.
Goz.
O wondrous Force of Providence divine!
That still prevails in spite of Mens Design;
How justly did it punish my Offence,
How richly does it crown my Penitence?
The Sceptre now resumes its rightful Place,
And mingles mine with Xantimenes' Race.
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