In the same Cage in mournful Notes complain
Of the same Fate, and curse perfidious Men.
Captives. O Heav'ns, take Pity of our Pains,
Let Death give Freedom from our Chains.
Flourish of Instruments of Horror. Enter Arcabon with a
Dagger in her Hand, attended by infernal Spirits.
Arcab. Your Vows have reach'd the Gods, your Chains and Breath
Have the same Date
Prepare for Freedom, for I bring you Death.
He who so oft has 'scap'd th' Assaults of Hell,
Whom yet no Spells cou'd bind, no Force cou'd quell,
By whom so many bold Enchanters fell,
Amadis, Amadis, this joyful Day,
Your Guardian Deity himself's our Prey.
From all their Dungeons let our Captives come,
Idle Spectators of their Hero's Doom.
[Other Dungeons open, and discover more Captives
in Chains.
Cor. On me, on me, let ev'ry Vengeance fall,
Make me the Victim to atone for all.
Flor. Rather on me let all your Fury bend,
But save, O save my Mistress and my Friend.
Arcab. As soon the Lioness shall starve, to spare
Her Prey—Behold the Sacrifice appear.
