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Scene 7.

Ulamar, Irene, Officer, and Guards.
Offi.
Ha Slaves!
Is this the use you make of proffer'd Mercy?
Hast! Tear them asunder.
Him to Count Frontenec in Bonds conduct,
And her convey to th' other Female Captives:
Bring them away there.

Ul.
Ah poor Irene? May the Gods protect thee:
Take in this Dying look my last Farewel;
Death's cruel'st Pang is parting thus from thee.

Ire.
Oh Gods! What dreadful Fate's reserv'd for me!