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SCENE V.

Edward, Theald, Gloster; to them the Princess Eleonora.
Eleonora.
My Edward!
Support me!—Oh!

Edward.
She faints—My Eleonora!
Look up, and bless me with thy gentle Eyes!—
The Colour comes, her Cheeks resume their Beauty,
And all her Charms revive—Hence, spurn that Carcass:
A Sight too shocking for my Eleonora.

Eleonora.
And lives my Edward, lives my dearest Lord.
From this Assassin sav'd?—Alas! you bleed!

Edward.
'Tis nought, my lovely Princess!—A slight Wound—

Eleonora.
But ah! methought, I entering heard of Poison,
Tainting the Blood—What! was the Dagger poison'd?—
Ha! silent all? will none relieve my Fears?—

Gloster.
Madam, restrain your Tenderness a moment—
The Prince delays too long—Let him retire.
Meanwhile, the troubled Camp shall be my Care;
Lest the base Foe should make a sudden Sally,
While yet our Troops are stun'd with this Disaster.

Edward.
I thank thee, noble Gloster. Nor, alone,
Support my Troops; go, rouse them to Revenge;
Tell them their injur'd Prince will try their Love,
Their Valour soon—And you, my Friend, good Theald,
Attend the Princess—Chear thee, Eleonora!
I cannot, will not, leave thee long, to vex
Thy tender Soul with aggravated Fears.

Theald.
Behold Daraxa, the false Sultan's Bride.