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SCENE IX.
A thick Grove.Eliza
Sola.
Yes, preach up Tameness, Castor, to my Wrongs;
And laugh, insulting Godrick, at my Woes;
I will have Justice; and this Hand shall seize
That Vagrant to my Love, a Husband's Heart.
This is the Place their Satyr-Souls appoint
To act such Rites as shudder virtuous Thought,
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The gath'ring Clouds begin to shade the Sky;
Which twinkling Stars with glim'ring Rays bedeck:
But come not thou, chaste Goddess, from thy Bed,
To view the foul Pollutions of this Night:
Such Fumes may rise as will for ever dim
The radiant Lustre of your Virgin Beams!
But let all Hell await the Off'rings here;
The Priests, the Altars will be worthy them!
Let Darkness shadow; Darkness, that should hide
Such Crimes as shame the Day; would blot the Sun,
And strike a gazing World with Detestation!
Hark!—sure I heard a Noise!—I'll search about,
And, like a Vulture, hail my Prey with Death.
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