390 THE POEMS OF ANNE �No ; let the Fiends be obstinate in 111, �Revenge be their's, while Godlike Man is grateful. �Enter an Attendant. �Attend. Pardon, my gracions Lord, this bold Intrusion. Two Ladies veil'd, escaping from Phcerea, Ask with such earnestness for Prince Aristor, That, sure, their Bus'ness is of mighty Moment. From one this Ring at her entreaty, Sir, I must deliver. �Gives it to Aristor and Exit. �Aristom. Retire, and if not call'd, return no more. 300 �Aristor. 'Tis Amalintha's Ring, my Amalintha's: She's come in time, to see me fall her Victim. �Aristom. No; to receive her from my Hand, my Son; Since 'twas from her's, I took this healing Weapon, That has cut off the Hate in which I held her. 'Twas she that met me rising from my Grave, And fearless freed the Foe to her and Sparta: Then in a grateful Promise was I bound Not to deny whate'er she shou'd request ; And sure thy Love, before the Pomp of Crowns, 310 �Is what a Maid must ask, that knows its Value. �Aristor. The Transports of my Soul be thus exprest; Then let me Dye, for having griev'd such Goodness. �[Embracing his Father's Knees. �Aristom. No ; rise my Son, go meet and chear thy Love, And to this Tent conduct the Royal Maid, Whilst in that inner Part I stand conceal'd, And hear her tell why thus she comes to seek us: Thence will I issue, as occasion calls, And giving thee, give all I hold most precious. �[He goes into the inner Tent. Aristor goes out at the other Door and re-enters immediately leading Amalintha veiVd followed by Phila. �Aristor. Dismiss that Cloud, and with it all your Fears, Safe in this Camp, and in Aristor's Love, 321 ��� �
