ACT V.—SCENE I.
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ASPASIA, sola.
In these dark moments of suspended fate, While yet the future fortune of my country Lies 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.