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SCENE XII.
Enter Prenesto.Cam.
Forbear.
Met.
With calmer Thoughts you must proceed.
Pren.
Yes, let him die; let the Oppressor bleed
That wrong'd Dorinda. Ye martial Spirits, draw,
And let the Will of Metius be your Law.
So brave a Gen'ral in a Cause so right,
Ev'n now you triumph e'er you move to fight.
Met.
Love leads to Battel,
Who dares oppose him?
The Rebel Squadrons his Presence fly;
See how the Heroe
Drives all before him,
Arm'd with Light'ning shot from her Eye.
[Exeunt Metius and the People.
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