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Rinaldo

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SCENE IV.

Godfrey and Eustatio enter the Garden.
Arm.
Ha! Strangers here! and arm'd! presumptious Slaves,
How have you dar'd with those unhallow'd Feet,
To touch this sacred Ground? Rise, Furies, rise,
Leave your grim King unguarded to attend me.

A dreadful Host of Spirits rise and fill the Stage, but Godfrey and Eustatio putting out their Wands, the whole Prospect of the Garden vanishes in a moment; leaving in its Place the View of a wild and open Country, with the City of Jerusalem on that side which is built upon Rocks. A Highway is discover'd from the City Gate, which leads in several Turns and Windings down the Mountains.

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Godfrey, Eustatio, and Rinaldo run to embrace, and in the mean while Armida again attempts to Stab Almirena,

Godf.
Mighty Rinaldo!

Rin.
Prince more mighty, Hail!

Eust.
Let me embrace a Heart, that—

Rin.
Beats for Thee.

Alm.
O help me, help me!

Rin.
Darst thou yet presume
Thus to assault my Hope? Revenge be mine!

Rinaldo draws his Sword to wound Armida, who vanishes under the Stroke.
Godf.
My Daughter!

Alm.
Father!

Eust.
Dearest!

Rin.
Lovely Maid!

Eust & Rin.
Begone ye Ills that did my Hopes invade;

All four.
Let Sorrows past, by Joys to come be paid

Godf.
Our Hellish Enemies thus bravely vanquish'd,
An Earthly Foe, to vanquish yet remains!
When, therefore, in yon Eastern Part of Heav'n,
The glorious Sun shall rise to gild the World,
Brother, take Care that all my Squadrons march,
For proud Jerusalem this Day shall fall:
And you Rinaldo!
Stain'd with the Guilt of soft and untim'd Love,
Strive with the Blood of our unfaithful Foe,
To wash your Bosom to its native Snow.
My Heart, o'erflow'd with Pleasure,
Now Tasts a new Delight,
And Joy beyond all Measure,
Makes Hope it self more bright;
How glorious will our Fortune be,
Such mighty Labours past,
To gather Fruit from Conquest's, Tree,
And Feast our selves at last!
[My &c.

Eust.
What you command, with Pleasure I obey;

Godf. and Eust. go out.
Rin.
Love, Glory, and Remorse conjointly spur me.

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A Fire betwixt two Winds
Is my divided Heart,
Glory on one Side binds,
Love lends a thousand Minds,
I'll act the bravest Part.
A Fire, &c.