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SCENE VIII.

Enter Metius on one side, and Linco on the other; and after Prenesto.
Linc.
My Lord, what Pow'r can now our Fate withstand?
Camilla lyes confin'd by the King's harsh Command.

Met.
Confin'd! for what?

Linc.
I cannot learn, but fear
Our close Designs have reach'd his jealous Ear.

Met.
Too true I fear thou hast the Cause assign'd.

Linc.
We are all undone!

Met.
Can we no Prospect find
Of sudden Hope?

Linc.
Ev'n now methinks I feel the Rope.

Met.
Then Death is welcome.

Enter Prenesto.
Pren.
Metius! Linco!

Met.
I stand prepar'd to bleed.

Linc.
And Linco is already dead.

Met.
Prenesto's here, what must we say?

Linc.
Fear has ta'en my Tongue away.
Pardon my Lord; and if Camilla—

Pren.
I all have heard,
And sure Dorinda highly err'd.
Yet though Lavinia does inspire
With black Revenge my angry Sire;
My Heart does to Forgiveness bow,
And would prevent the fatal Blow.

Met.
Hopes revive!

Linc.
I'm still alive!

Pren.
With thy chosen Bands do thou
To the Prison with me go.

Linc.
I with Conduct, void of Fear,
Will follow, and bring up the Rear.

Pren.
'Twixt her and Death I'll interpose,
And save her from her bloody Foes.

[Exit.