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SCENE XII.
A Prison.Enter Camilla; and after Prenesto, Metius, and Linco, and People.
Cam.
Fate, the more it does depress me,
Makes me stronger in enduring;
Fortune never shall oppress me,
Death has Charms all Sorrows curing.
Enter Prenesto, Metius, Linco, &c.
Pren.
Dorinda, cease thee to complain;
Thus I break th'unworthy Chain.
Cam.
Much I owe for this Release.
Pren.
Fly hence, Dorinda, and let these
Conduct thee to some other Clime,
Where safe thou may'st forgive my Father's Crime.
Love does a dangerous Task impose,
Giving thee Life, I do my own expose.
Met.
Say, Madam, am I understood?
Cam.
Is your Assurance firm and good?
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As firm as Fate.
Cam.
All these, you say, (To Pren.)
Are arm'd in my Defence, and must my Will obey?
Pren.
They are your Slaves.
Cam.
Let me this Proof of your Obedience find:
Disarm the Prince, and see him close Confin'd.
Pren.
From whence this Boldness, treacherous Maid?
Met.
Submit thy self.
Pren.
I am betray'd.
Linc.
In vain with a defenceless Hand,
You strive our Numbers to withstand.
Cam.
My Arts successfully have thriv'n,
Sure Token of indulgent Heav'n.
My People call me to the Throne,
From whence they drag Latinus down:
For know, Prenesto, I'm a Queen; in me
No more Dorinda, but Camilla see.
[Exeunt all but Pren.
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