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SCENE IX.

Selima, Carlos, Zorayda, Pizarro.
Sel.
In the dark Grove, that fronts the Shore,
Your trusty Page, in secret Watch,
Broods o'er our Caskers safely stow'd,
And waits impatient of Command.

Carl.
Time and our Safety urge the instant Hour,
And chide Delay.—Smile, my Zorayda,
And charm the Heav'ns to bless our Flight!

CHORUS.
The fav'ring Gales
Swell out our Sails,
And to the Main invite:
Venus, asswage,
Thy Ocean's Rage,
And aid thy Votaries' Flight.