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SCENE II.
VERINO, EUDORA.VERINO.
Rejoice, rejoice, sweet partner of our glory!
Soon thou shalt meet thy dear victorious lord,
The blessing of my age, the young preserver
Of wasted Sicily.—He comes to pay thee
With love, ennobled by successful courage,
For all thy pains of fond anxiety.
EUDORA.
My proud heart pants to fold him to itself;
To question him on all his glorious share
In this brave enterprise; and while he speaks
Of peril hardly 'scaped, with shuddering joy
Clasp my safe hero, and devoutly pour
Tears of extatic gratitude to Heaven!
But when, my dear Lord, when shall we behold him?
VERINO.
The Prince and Raymond are now hastening hither
From their triumphant Camp; eager to taste
The fruits of victory, and meet th'applause
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Stands on the watch of joyous expectation
To pour its welcome to those youthful victors,
Who have so nobly driven, I trust for ever,
The Moorish spoilers from our fruitful Isle.
EUDORA.
It is a blest exploit! Reward it, Heaven,
With long, long years of happiness and fame!
VERINO.
The wily Moors had, by a nightly march,
Surprised our ardent and incautious army,
And gain'd the prince's tent; his sacred blood
In that dread hour had issued at the stroke
Of midnight murder, had not Raymond then
Like lightning, darting through the gloomy storm,
Repell'd the black assassins, and restored
His prince to Life, to Victory, and Honor.
EUDORA.
A people's thanks, and everlasting praise
Shall crown the noble deed.
VERINO.
The generous Prince
Has own'd the mighty debt—He bade the camp
Shew choicest honors to his brave deliverer,
And tells the world, that he regards my son
As bound in closest friendship to his soul.
EUDORA.
O may that friendship, yes! it must, endure
Uninjured, undiminish'd! the corrupt,
The brittle ties, that vice and folly form,
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But friendship, founded on superior virtue,
Unshaken stands, and like its base, immortal.
VERINO.
True! thou dear eulogist!—but hark! our Sovereign—
Wilt thou retire awhile?
(Exit Eudora.
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