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SCENE II.
A Company of Huntsmen, Prenesto and Metius behind the Scenes.Cam.
Hark! Linco! a Voice.
Hunts.
See, see, a-cross the Plain,
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Met.
Let slip the Hounds.
Hunts.
'Twill be in vain, the Game's quite out of View,
They'll not the Track pursue.
Linc.
They're Huntsmen at the Chace.
Cam.
O remember, Linco, pray!
So may the Gods still prosper thee,
Discover not thy self, nor me.
Linc.
Yes, I remember,
I'll ne'er the Secret betray.
I've got my Part
Already by heart;
And know what to reply:
You are my Neice, your Uncle I.
Cam.
That Dorinda's my Name.
Linc.
Well, I know't, I'll take care.
Cam.
And my Life scarce of late—
Linc.
You need not repeat.
Pren.
Help me! oh help me!
[A wild Boar struck by Prenesto.
Hunts.
Let's try to assist him.
Linc.
Ye Gods, what Alarm!
Hunts.
Quick run to his Aid.
Enter Prenesto: The Boar pursuing him.
Pren.
O Heav'ns! who defends me?
Cam.
My Arm.
[She throws a Dart, and kills the Boar.
Linc.
Dorinda, of nothing afraid,
She's sprightly and gay, a valiant Maid,
And as bright as the Day.
Cam.
Take Courage, Hunter, the Savage is dead.
Pren.
O Nymph of Race Divine!
That do'st all Nymphs outshine;
Such Glories fill thy Eyes:
My ravish'd Soul surprizing,
That Phœbus at his rising
Less charming paints the Skies.
Cam.
Ha! no, I'm Fortune's Scorn,
A Maid in much Distress,
Tho' now, by chance, I've born
The Praise of this Success.
Linc.
And know she's Linco's Neice.
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