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Show CON 12 TANT l H i e f M t a l g Therefo u y n a q a m Thus much Warm in your Bofoms, and1 hope will fting you; Fi d o S n m F s u a P h a D t y Sti l f t C o p u y o d G Fire from t And with that dying Curfe I leave youall Dalm Ex. Quarded His Fate was juft; now Romans tothe Triumph L e 44, OhHeat' Go forthand meet your Emperor, whofe merc Extends her peaceful Wings to all that feek him And is the Darling attribute of his Soul i, Love ber mf 5‘" [ o iy Your But hark ! He comes! TheSaviour of your Empire Bring forth his Statues; Crown his Images t o o S d a r G t w h e M But fee his entrance is already made d e A 1 f Raow? Approm", g joyn'dy and Seal D f a e a D a And there He comes, with Crifpus in his Arms g5dd? And how Coni i, Why our Lip Enter Conftantine, Crifpus, &c. 7o the Triumph pSgrdand eal'd an Ev i What, kil dber Conft. Dalmatius, | muft thank thee for the Fate Of that too ftubborn troubler of our Reign Sylveffer to his Hermirage retires And fays the Saints are fad at my delay | have faid 15 but to try inmuch your Son can bear inf, Imult confefs ytars were jult, had'ft th Tell him,e're long, and urge him to return The Emperor and the Court fhall be Baptiz'd pulam, [ fwear what ev ety Faufa, Thou fhal bp: Talk not of Power, Daim. Take toyour former freedom, Mirth and"Humar For *us obferv'd, you are not as you were Conff. Oh Brother! Friend! In all m "T'his Son fhall thare the Heart and Empir Of my lov'd Crifpus, whem for fome fe I would difcourfe alone Dalm. Your wifhes on you Peace to your thoughts, and Heaven -ftil hazards try'd too minutes it me not with thefe Am telne; Swear to fave m guide your Councils Exeunt Minent Conftantine, Crifpuys Conft. Haft thou perform'd thy Embafly, my Crifpas And feen the Daughter of Maximian Crifp. 1 have feen Her Sir; And feen Her Beauteous Sifter Conft. How Lt thou? Ha! Are they not charming both Both Beautiful Crifp. They are. But why Sir both Conft. Becaufe the latter only Catch'd thy praife When Faufta inthe Pride of blooming Nature As much tranfcends her as the Summers Rof The little Beautiés of a backward Spring Crifp. "Tis true, She 1s the'Elder. »Copfte: And the fairer . Db imLave, you are by 5. That[ Love F a%&. ‘-I;vae thee; But whether f'{]"‘fi feturn, 15 hard 1ndes ;'L"&;d bcforc, our Hapd "Lips have {eal' : E';'(P' What gAl ye O |
