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[Scene IV.
A Street in Mora.]Enter Lucidor alone.
Luc.
Fortune in crossing mee does take delight.
Wee dare be Rebells, and yet dare not fight;
A fitter time our Wishes cou'd not grant.
The Tyrants camp their Generall does want,
Which has incens'd them too to such a height
They rather against him than us wou'd fight.
Never such causes yet did armies part;
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The tyrants Lust and power soe boundlesse are,
Hee'l act what I till now oppos'd by Warre.
I'le therefore goe to Leptis in disguise.
I cannot Live banish'd from her bright Eyes.
Her Guards I will corrupt, or else deceave.
Nothing to serve her unassay'd I'le leave.
If hee use force, and all my arts shou'd misse,
I'le sacrifice my Life to cutt off his.
[Exit.
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