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SCENE IX.

The Christian Trumpets sound, and the Army in Military Pomp and Order, marches over the Stage, saluting their General as they pass.
Rin.
You, mighty Prince, whose active Skill in War
Delights to flourish in the Face of Death,
And lead on thick wedg'd Files to open Battel;
Will best secure the Int'rest of our Cause
Heading the dreadful Squadrons to the Field;
I, by an oblique Path, unseen, unfear'd,
Will from the Eastern Foot of Sion's Wall
Storm the unwary City's Battlements,
So to compleat, at once, the Fall of Asia.

Godf.
Great, and a Task alone becoming Thee,
Is the uncommon Enterprize thou nam'st;
I prize thy Counsel, and to follow it,
Thus take my Leave, impatient of Delay.

(goes out.
Rin.
My Soul, refulgent midst the Beams of Hope,
Shines out at either Eye with joyful Splendour!