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Scene III.] THE ENGLISH SLAVE. 19
EDGAR.
Thy truth IVe proved then aid me to escape.
I know the lofty spirit of my father,
His fierce ambition, which would sacrifice
The young affections of this ardent heart ;
His stern relentless curses they will fall,
When I am gone, on my devoted head ;
Yet Fll endure all miseries, all but one,
The loss of her I love. Come in with me
I'll call thee friend and brother. Farewell pomp !
To pathless wilds and deserts must I fly :
If here I tarry, madness is my doom ! Exeunt.
END OF THE FIRST ACT.