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SCENE I.

Ammon, and Tryphon.
Ammon.
Nor yet the Rites of Sacrifice are past.
I scent the Fat of Oxen from the Altar,
And snuff the Censer's fragrant Offering.

Tryphon.
At length it ends. Behold the sinking Flame:
Zimon advances, and the busy Priests
Croud to divide their savoury Perquisites.
He comes in haste to meet me: now's our time:
Retire, and wait the Opportunity.

Ammon.
Now Mercury inspire thee!

[Ammon absconds.
Tryphon.
Peace! he's here.