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Camilla

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SCENE III.

Enter Metius.
Met.
My Lord, to your Relief
Metius ran swift thro' the Field,
But came too late,
Because from far I did your Danger view.

Pren.
See here my broken Spear,
I struck the Beast, and part remains
Fix'd in his Side;
Enrag'd, on me he flew, while I for Succour cry'd;
This Goddess of the Plains
A lucky Jav'lin threw;
She pierc'd the Monster with her Dart,
And with her Eyes my Heart;
Thus sav'd by her, by her I die.

Met.
I with Joy your Safety see;
Bright Goddess, on thee
Heav'n this Fame bestows,
To thee his Life Prenesto owes,
The great Latinus Son.

Cam.
Latinus Son.

Met.
'Tis he.

Cam.
What have I done!
[Aside.
See, Linco, see!
While I entreat the Skies
T'avenge my Wrongs, I'm doom'd to save my Enemies.

Pren.
What says the lovely Charmer!

Cam.
I said that the propitious Skies
Smile on this happy Hour;
For from Latinus Grace and Pow'r
Justice I would implore.
Let me at his Feet make known,
The Weight of Woe that sinks me down.

Linc.
O dear, dissembling Woman!

Pren.
Come to the Court, your Wish obtain;
Mean while remain
Conqueress of a double Prize,
Of the living and the slain,
One by this Spear, one by your Eyes.

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Since you from Death have sav'd me,
I'll live for you alone;
The Life you freely gave me,
That Life's not now my own.

[Exit.
Met.
Huntress, look not to find
[To Camilla.
Within these Woods alive
More of the Savage Kind;
They've seen that honour'd Beast
A glorious Death receive, and Envy slew the rest.
If then you seek more Prize,
Throw your useless Spear away:
The Light'ning from your Look that flies,
More than a thousand Spears can slay.
Love's Darts are in your Eye,
There dwells the smiling Ruin;
Your Brows his Bow supply,
To shoot us while we're viewing.
Who can the Sight refrain?
Who bear a Joy so Thrilling?
So wond'rous sweet's the Pain,
The Pleasure is so killing!

[Exit.
Linc.
Camilla, this is Metius, a Volscian Knight,
For Valour much renown'd;
In Peace he was approv'd, in War he was belov'd,
And ever Loyal found.
Him have I often heard your Royal Sire commend;
He serv'd him as his Prince, and lov'd him as his Friend.
Tho' fourteen Years are past
Since I beheld him last,
Both the Voice and the Mein,
Of him I've often seen,
Assure me I am right.

Cam.
My Fears are dying,
And my Sorrows all are flying.
Fortune hitherto severe
Begins her angry Brow to clear.
Be kind, ye Gods! Assert, assert my Cause,
Protect my Innocence, and Defend your Laws,
Fortune, ever known to vary,
Now grown weary,

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Changes to a Smile her Frown.
Joys unknown are near attending,
Never ending;
Happy Hours move gaily on.

[Exit.