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 358 THE POEMS OF ANNE �And we'll in spight of vengeful Thunder join, If then, thy Heart be as resolv'd as mine. �Amal. No: on those Terms you mean, we must not meet: But since those Fates deny it to your Power, The Will I to your mighty Wrongs forgive, �[From without the Door. �Phila. Madam, you'll be surpriz'd; haste to return: 140 Your Father's now just going to your Lodgings. �Aristor. All Plagues and Curses meet him! [Aside. �Amal. Oh ! then I must be gone. A little time will call the State to Council; And when the Croud by that is thither drawn, One I will send to wait on your Escape: And if you tempt new Dangers, know Aristor That Amalintha too will perish in them. �Aristor. Fear not, my Love. �Phila. Haste, Madam, haste, or we are all Undone. 150 �[From without. �Amal. So from his few short Moments calls away A gasping Wretch, the cruel Bird of Prey ; Bids him make haste th' Eternal Shades to find, And leave like me, all that is Dear behind. �Aristor. Whilst, like the Friend that's sadly weeping by, I see the much lov'd Spirit from me fly; And with vain Cries pursue it to that Coast, Where it must land, and my weak Hopes be lost. �[He leads her to the Door, and returns speaking as he's going out at the Other. �Now, let Revenge awhile sustain my Heart, 159 �And Fate yet close my Life with some exalted part! [Exit. The Stage darken'd represents the Inside of a Dungeon, Aristo- �menes lying down in it, and struggling as coming out of a �Swoon. �Aristom. At last 'tis vanquish'd; and my soaring Spirits Dispel the gloomy Vapours, that oppress'd them, ��� �