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The British Enchanters.
ACT II. SCENE I.
SCENE, A Thick-wooded Forest.
Enter Arcabon seeming pensive, and Arcalaus.
Arcab. No Warning of th' approaching Flame,
Swiftly like sudden Death it came;
Like Travellers by Light'ning kill'd,
I burnt the Moment I beheld.
In whom so many Charms are plac'd,
Is with a Mind as nobly grac'd;
The Case, so shining to behold,
Is fill'd with richest Gems and Gold.
To what my Eyes admir'd before,
I add a thousand Graces more,
And Fancy blows into a Flame
The Spark, that from his Beauty came.
The Objećt thus improv'd by Thought,
By my own Image I am caught.
Pygmalion so with fatal Art,
Polisht the Form that stung his Heart.
Arca
