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SCENE IV.
THE KING, MAJONE, EUDORA, VERINO, OFFICERS.EUDORA.
Health, and glory,
Still shed their blessings on my gracious liege!
A Courier from the prince is just arrived:
Farther I have not learnt.
THE KING.
Thanks for thy news,
My gentle Fair!—Go bring him to our presence!
(Exit Officer.
Thou soon, Eudora, shalt behold thy Raymond
Adorn'd with glory equal to thy charms;
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His ardent spirit to the field of peril
To fill thy heart with terror! well I know
How quick thy tender bosom takes alarm,
And trembles, anxious for a husband's safety.
EUDORA.
I must confess, my liege, a woman's weakness;
But tho' my frame will shudder at the thought
Of dangers, that my gallant Lord derides,
I trust I still have courage to adopt
His own just estimate of human blessings,
And hold his honor dearer than his life!
THE KING.
Thy mind, still better than thy matchless beauty,
Deserves a soldier's heart.
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