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SCENE VIII.

Enter Eustatio.
Eust.
Arm, Arm, ye Princes! Now your Fortune calls ye
The Pagan Host, with Shouts of barbarous Rage,
Is marching down in dreadful Order on us!
A fierce Desire of Glory fires our Troops,
And only thy Command, illustrious Chief,
Can bridle their impetuous Claim of Battel!

Godf.
Behold the longwish'd Crisis of our Fame!
A Day that calls us out to Triumph ever!

Rin.
Behold! The Laurel which long since took Root,
This glorious Day shoots high, and branches o'er us!

Alm.
Behold! How in those rayous Eyes of thine,
Glory and Love with Kindred Lightning shine!

Godf.
To guard our Tents Eustatio, and our Rear,
Be it thy noble Task; For there the Foe
May pour a sudden and a dang'rous Force;
Thy Courage and thy Conduct will prevent it,
And whom shou'd I consign my Daughter to,
But Thee, my Brother, and my well tried Friend?
Take and protect my Almirena's Charms
From the rough Touch of unrespecting War.

Rin.
To whose known Care but thine, experienc'd Warriour,
Cou'd I resign the Safety of my Soul?

Eust.
Urg'd by my Friendship and my Duty join'd,
I gladly take this weighty Charge upon me.

He goes out with Almirena.