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Jul. ’Tis Abdalazis, son of Muza, prince Commanding Africa, from Abyla To where Tunisian pilots bend the eye O’er ruin’d temples in the glassy wave. Till quiet times and ancient laws return, He comes to govern here.

Rod. To-morrow’s dawn Proves that.

Muza. What art thou?

[Roderigo, drawing his sword.

Rod. King.

Abd. Amazement!

Muza. Treason!

Egil. O horror!

Muza. Seize him.

Egil. Spare him! fly to me!

Jul. Urge me not to protect a guest, a herald— The blasts of war roar over him unfelt.

p. 20Egil. Ah fly, unhappy!

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Rod. Fly! no, Egilona— Dost thou forgive me? dost thou love me? still?

Egil. I hate, abominate, abhor thee—go, Or my own vengeance—

[Roderigo points with his own to the drawn swords of Muza and Abdalazis, who look with malice towards Julian, takes his hand, and seems inviting to attack them. Julian casts his hand away.

Rod. Julian!—

Jul. Hence, or die.

ACT II. SCENE 1.

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