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SCENE II.
A Trumpet Sounds, and the City Gate being thrown open, discovers a Herald, attended by two Guards, who advances towards Godfrey, &c.Herald.
Thou mighty Chief, whose vast capacious Soul
Rivals the starry Height of Heavenly Pow'r;
By me the King my Master bids Thee hail;
And not contented, that the Tongues of Slaves
Shou'd speak his sovereign Pleasure, comes himself
To a free Conference.
Godf.
Why, let him come,
My Honour is his Passport.
Eust.
We shall hear—
What strange Proposals this fierce Monarch makes.
On the fickle Wheel of Fortune,
Hope is always turning round,
But a Heart with Virtue strengthen'd,
Is for ever constant found.
Hope is always turning round,
But a Heart with Virtue strengthen'd,
Is for ever constant found.
On the, &c.
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