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Scen. 8.
Enter Satyrs. Some seize upon the weapons, and others carry away Arismena and Castarina.Aris.
Help!
Cast.
Helpe!
Phil.
Villains! Devils!
Sat.
You come upon your death.
Exeunt Satyrs.
Lar.
They have our spears.
Phil.
That I could look 'em dead, the slaves out fly
The winde, they 're gone, they 're lost for ever,
Our heaven but now discover'd, we are thrown
To hell, and suffer torment above all
The wretched souls endured.
Lar.
There 's no persuing now,
Let us collect and muster strength to be
Reveng'd upon their goatish generation.
Phil.
Gods must persue the Ravishers, for mankinde
Wants force; where shall I hide my cursed head?
Lar.
You sha'not grieve, nor curse alone while I
Am partner in so great a miserie.
Exeunt.
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