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SCENE V.
Gunilda looking on a Letter.
Gun.
My Brother—how? —Depos'd, and Sigar reigns—
His Title own'd by the perfidious Danes—
Fortune and Fate, what have I now to claim?
The wandring Shadow of an empty Name.
Speedy Assistence he from Kenneth craves.
See how (unknowing) he my Folly braves.
See—the just Curse—on my Inconstancy:
And loe a Victim, injur'd Love, to thee.
Now will the Scots about me fleering run,
And to vile Pipes my sad Disasters tune.
Yet, spite of Fortune, I this Scepter hold:
With this in Hand, I will not be controul'd.
Pulls out a Dagger.
By this, within, an Empire I maintain,
And there, unmov'd, a perfect Princess reign.