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SCENE V.
Armidaalone.
Let Groves of Laurel shoot around my Head,
To Crown this last great Triumph of my Skill:
Rinaldo, proud Rinaldo!
The mightiest Terrour of our Asian Arms,
Now brought an humble Captive to my Feet,
Shall on the Altars of my fierce Revenge,
Fall a lamented Victim to my Pow'r!
Guide him obsequious Spirits to my Presence.
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