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SCENE III.

Osmyn's Pavilion. Casimir at the Entry, as before.
Osmyn, Rodulpho, and Amelia.
Osm.
[to Rod.]
Tell me, my Mussulman,
By what happy Chance
Thou didst obtain this matchless Beauty?

Rod.
On an Escort for Forage near the City,
I seiz'd this lovely Christian,
By whose majestick Looks inspir'd with Awe,
I made a solemn Vow to bring her spotless
To the victorious Osmyn.

Osm.
This pleasing Instance of thy Loyalty
Shall e'er be graciously remembred,
And thou shalt always be our chief Attendant.
[To Amel.]
Say, beauteous Christian,
Why thus in Sorrow droops that lovely Head?
Thou art not fall'n into Barbarian Hands,
Nor wilt thou find us hideous, as we're painted.

Amel.
The Youngling ravish'd from its Nest,
Expos'd to Danger stands,
But Joy soon warms its panting Breast,
When fall'n in gentle Hands.
Little, alas! did I believe
My Life would be restor'd
By your dread Pow'r, which most conceive
Is not to be implor'd.

[Exeunt Osmyn, Amelia, and Rodulpho.