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SCENE III.
Cali, Abdalla, Demetrius.
Demetrius.
Now pause, great Bassa, from the Thoughts of Blood,
And kindly grant an Ear to gentler Sounds,
If e'er thy Youth has known the Pangs of Absence,
Or felt th' impatience of obstructed Love,
Give me, before th' approaching Hour of Fate,
Once to behold the Charms of bright Aspasia,
And draw new Virtue from her heav'nly Tongue.
Cali.
Let Prudence, ere the Suit be farther urg'd,
Impartial weigh the Pleasure with the Danger.
A little longer, and she's thine for ever.
Demetrius.
Prudence and Love conspire in this Request,
Lest unacquainted with our bold Attempt,
Surprize o'erwhelm her, and retard our Flight.
Cali.
What I can grant, you cannot ask in vain—
Demetrius.
I go to wait thy Call, this kind Consent
Completes the Gift of Freedom and of Life.
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