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SCENE IX.

Enter Metius, Camilla and Linco.
Met.
Behold her here, to whom we owe
Our present Joys, and future Blessings too.

Lav.
Behold her here, whose bold courageous Hand
Did the fatal Stroke withstand.

Pren.
Behold her here, who, in the fatal Field,
Was the forlorn Prenesto's Shield.

Cam.
The Good I did to Chance is due;
No Merit can Dorinda claim:
Chance did this Desert bestow,
That I thus prostrate at your Feet,
Might a kind Acceptance meet,
And my Request obtain.

Lat.
Rise, and thy Request explain.

Cam.
Poor and distress'd tho' now I seem,
My Father, near Sebeto's Stream,
Did sometimes large Possessions claim;
'Till an Usurper, arm'd with Pow'r,
Arriv'd in an unhappy Hour,
Seiz'd on our Flocks, my Father slew,
Did me with equal Rage pursue;
And now an Exile must I die,
If your Assistance you deny.

Lat.
Metius, with a chosen Band
Of Volscians, waiting your Command,
Shall march this Hour to your Relief,
And punish the injurious Thief.

Met.
With Joy the Soldier moves to Fight,
When Beauty gives the Word;
Beauty ever in the right,
Draws the Bow, and weilds the Sword.

Lav.
Fair Dorinda, happy, happy,
Happy may'st thou ever be:
The Stars that smile on happy Days,
May they all now smile on thee.

[Exeunt all but Prenesto, Camilla and Linco.