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| 15. | SCENE the Last. |
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SCENE the Last.
Camilla and her Party Enter, and after some Resistance Disarm Latinus and the rest; whilst a Trumpet-Sonata Plays, at the Triple of which, Enter Camilla.Tul.
Mercy! to a tender Maid!
Cam.
Haste, Linco,
And hither see the Prince convey'd;
Chain'd like a Pris'ner let him come,
And here attend from me his Doom.
Lat.
My Son in Chains!
Turn.
Relentless Fate!
Cam.
To Tyrants and Usurpers too,
Severest Vengeance sure is due.
Prenesto is brought in.
Lat.
My Son!
Lav.
My dearest Brother!
Pren.
Lavinia! Father!
Turn.
Prenesto!
Pren.
Turnus!
Cam.
No more!
Your ineffectual Tears give o'er.
Prenesto first by this shall bleed;
And when in thy Lavinia's Blood 'tis dy'd,
Thine shall swell the Purple Tide.
Tul.
O Bloody!
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Cruel Fiend of Hell!
Lav.
A Weight upon my Heart I feel!
Lat.
A deadly Cold has mine possess'd.
Cam.
Die then, Prenesto.
Pren.
Strike!
Cam.
But on this Breast.
Pren.
Ye Heav'nly Powers!
Cam.
Love has prevail'd, and Anger is no more.
Lat.
O Heav'n!
Turn.
O Love!
Lav.
O Fate!
Cam.
To skreen thee from the Peoples Hate,
Their fatal Malice to prevent,
I doom'd thee to Imprisonment.
I acted an ungrateful Part,
But Love contriv'd the pious Cheat:
Henceforth be Sov'raign of my Heart,
And rule it in an Husband's Right.
Pren.
A Joy so sudden, I can scarce believe.
Cam.
Metius, a just Reward thou shalt receive,
For thy great Service. Fair Lavinia, now,
Be you in Turnus happy, he in you.
Turn.
The Gods are just.
Cam.
And Sir, do you
[To Latinus.
Learn what to Justice, and to Merit's due.
Revenge was in my Power. Do you forget
To prosecute our House with Hostile Hate.
Lat.
Hate is driven out of the Field,
And Anger does to Freindship yield.
Cam.
Let Peace and Love possess each Heart.
Tul.
Thou art my Cupid.
Linc.
Thou my Psyche art.
Pren.
Care is fled; Despair's no more.
Turn.
Give, my Heart, thy Sorrows o're.
Pren., Turn.
Love has smil'd; and I'm rewarded./my Vows regarded.
CHOR.
Happy, happy is the Swain,
Who loves, and has not lov'd in vain.
[Exeunt Omnes.
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