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Scene 8.
Frontenac, Ulamar, Sakia, Guards.Front.
Loose thee, I'll loose my self first.
Ul.
Your King will have it so, and I must die.
Front.
Where are the English?
Ul.
Ay, that's my Father's Voice, great Nature's Voice:
The Voice of Heav'n is that. What shout is that.
[Shout.
Front.
No Matter. Now the Angians are my Friends;
Rally thy flying Squadrons with the morn,
Ul.
Before the Sun has finish'd three Careers;
The Warlike English, and th' united Iroquois,
Shall hail thee King of all Canadian France.
Front.
VVhat Sacrifice my Son to Lawless sway!
Ul.
For Fifty rowling Years the wretched French,
Have to their Tyrants Sacrific'd their Sons;
But to rash thoughless Men the Horrours less,
Because th' effect insensibly comes on:
They have been the most abandon'd of all Slaves.
Front.
But I'm a Slave; my aspiring Boy no more.
Ul.
Oh the blest sound!
Front.
O I am rous'd from my Lethargick Dream;
And when we have been refresh'd with short repose,
We will to Arms, to glorious Arms my Boy,
And Godlike Liberty shall be the word.
Ul.
O that some Angel with his Golden Trump
Would make that Voice thro' the wide VVorld resound;
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But ah, these Transports are too Fierce to last;
And th' Angry Gods remand me to my Griefs.
Where's my Irene?
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