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SCENE I.

Enter Ammon.
Ammon.
The Shades of Night retire, and infant Day
Looks doubtful in the East, the Day which bears
My Happiness, or my Destruction.
And you, infernal Ministers of Wrath,
Ye Furies, who delight in human Ills,
Hear, and attend! to no light Purpose call'd!
This Day shall be the Parent of such Deeds
As well deserve your Aid!—soft;—who comes there?—
Tryphon!