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SCENE I.
SCENE, A spacious Country.Osmyn
at the Head of the Turkish Army.
Here let the wearied Army rest awhile,
That ere we farther march,
We may have time sedately to consult
The Measures necessary to be taken
To make the Turks victorious;
Then nought remains, but with undaunted Courage
To prosecute our Scheme.
What Toil! what Danger! and what Care!
To Glory lead the Way:
Commanded by the God of War,
The Brave with Joy obey.
To Glory lead the Way:
Commanded by the God of War,
The Brave with Joy obey.
[Exeunt.
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