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SCENE IX.

Manent Metius and Linco.
Met.
Fate begins to smile again,
And all our former Fears were vain.

Linc.
So may they prove.

Met.
From a Prison to a Throne,
Camilla will I quickly raise;
The honest Soldier is our own,
And readily my Will obeys.
The most abandon'd have some lucky Hours;
And who can tell but this is ours?

Linc.
Fortune too hasty does appear,
So sudden a Reverse I fear.

Met.
Though fierce the Light'ning flies,
Some Joy it brings our Eyes,
In Darkness straying.
The Rays our Feet directing,
From Precipice protecting,
A Glimpse of Life procure us,
From Death a while secure us;
Destruction staying.
[Exit Metius.