ACT V.--SCENE I.
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SPASIA, _sola_. In these dark moments of suspended fate,While yet the future fortune of my countryLies in the womb of providence conceal'd,And anxious angels wait the mighty birth;O! grant thy sacred influence, pow'rful virtue!Attentive rise, survey the fair creation,Till, conscious of th' encircling deity,Beyond the mists of care thy pinion tow'rs.This calm, these joys, dear innocence! are thine:Joys ill exchang'd for gold, and pride, and empire. [_Enter_ Irene _and attendants_.
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