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Arcab. Strike boldly, Murd'rer, strike him to the Ground, While thus my Dagger answers ev'ry Wound; Drink deep the Blood from the most mortal Part, I'll do thee reason in Oriana's Heart. By what new Magick is thy Vengeance charm'd? Trembles thy Hand, before a Man unarm'd? When by Oriana's Death, debarr'd of Bliss, Then triumph in the Fate of Amadis.

Ori. Strike, my Deliv'rer, 'tis a friendly Stroke, I shun thee not, but rather wou'd provoke: Death to the Wretched is an end of Care, But yet, methinks he might that Victim spare. [Pointing to Amadis. Amad. Burst, burst these Fetters, that like Perseus I May to the Succour of the Charmer fly; My Soul, till now, no Dangers cou'd affright, But trembles, like a Coward's, at this Sight.

Arcab. So passionate! But I'll revenge it here.

Arcal. Hold, Fury, or I strike as home; forbear. Rh