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SCENE I.
Ulamar.Ul.
Beaufort ; thy loss sits Heavy on my Soul!
For I shall never see thy like again;
In whom the Flame of English Spirit shone,
A Greatness that adorns those generous Nations,
That never Basely yet resign'd their Liberty!
A Magnanimity unknown to Slaves!
Oh how unlike our new Confederates he?
But yet this Night I will have Truce with Grief;
This Night I Conscerate to Love and Joy:
Hast then, my Fairest, my espous'd, O hast!
And cheer thy Languishing Impatient Ulamar.
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