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SCENE XIII.
Matilda and Castor entring apart.Matilda.
Oh, how I shudder with my rising Fears:
If we're discover'd all will be undone.
Castor.
I've reach'd the Covert; now to spring the Game;
And here's the Weapon to secure the Prize:—
Hah!—Whence this Trembling that unstrings my Nerves,
And drives a thrilling Horror to my Soul!—
I never felt such strong Attacks before;
Its Bodings sure are fatal:—Hah!—and yet!
But I will conquer thee, thou Coward Fear;—
Off, off this Clog to Manhood and Revenge.
Hah! Conscience!—keep with Thought at distance thou;
Contrition never should precede a Guilt.—
Come, Ariana, come; possess my Mind,
And drive out all opposing Thoughts to thee.
[Aside.
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