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30 But her unbury’d Lord, before her Sight, Rose, in a frightful Vision of the Night: Around her Bed he stalks; pale, wond’rous pale; And staring wide, unfolds the horrid Tale, Of the dire Altars, dash’d with Blood around; Then bares his Breast, and points to ev’ry Wound: Warns her to fly the Land, without Delay; And, to support her thro’ the tedious Way, Shows where, in massy Piles, his bury’d Treasures lay. Rous’d, and alarm’d, the Wife her Flight intends, Obeys the Summons, and convenes her Friends: They meet, they joyn, and in her Cause engage All, who detest, or dread, the Tyrant’s Rage. Some Ships, already rigg’d, they seiz’d, and stow’d Their Sides with Gold; then launch’d into the Flood. They sail; the bold Exploit a Woman guides; ’s Wealth is wasted o’er the Tides. They came, where now you see new rise, And yon’ proud Cittadel invade the Skies. The