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SCENE VI.
Calisolus.
He's gone—Here rest, my Soul, thy fainting Wing,
Here recollect thy dissipated Pow'rs.—
Our distant Int'rests, and our different Passions
Now haste to mingle in one common Center,
And Fate lies crouded in a narrow Space.
Yet in that narrow Space what Dangers rise?—
Far more I dread Abdalla's fiery Folly,
Than all the Wisdom of the grave Divan.
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The raging Madman's unconnected Schemes
We cannot obviate, for we cannot guess.
Deep in my Breast be treasured this Resolve,
When Cali mounts the Throne Abdalla dies
Too fierce, too faithless for Neglect or Trust.
[Enter Irene with Attendants.
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