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Freed from thy fears, Rosmunda, let my prayers, My agony prevail. Restore me to my rights; Cast off thy paramour; I am not now The pliant girl, whose easy, yielding heart You moulded to your will. The slave of man, Too long consigned to tyranny and wrong, I know the value of the power I hold; And, taught a better lesson, will return The evil I have suffered. Give me way; I will proclaim my sorrows to the world, And force thee to an act of justice. Hold! You pass not till I bind you with an oath, That shall secure me from your frantic threats. Trifle not, wretched woman, with your life— [Exit By Heaven, she has escaped me; she will kill My gentle Helen with her tale. Away!