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SCENE II.
RAYMOND,(entering)
Amid the tumults of tempestuous life,
Tho' strange events confound the wond'ring mind,
Thou, virtue, art unmoved! How should I joy
To quit this troubled scene, but that thy voice
Forbids the thought, and whispers to my soul
Its task is unperformed! O thou blest spirit!
Thou murdered friend, whose blood is charged on him
Who would have bought thy being with his own!
Support, inspire me, and instruct thy Raymond
How best to satisfy thy injured shade!
(Raymond retires to the farther part of the Stage.)
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