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Then Jason thus his Spouse address'd, O, Wife! To whom I stand indebted for my Life: Whose Tenderness and boundless Favours prove, How much Thou art a Miracle of Love: If Magick can:--what cannot that surmount? O! take some needless Years from my , And to my Father's Life the Number place: He spoke: and as he spoke the Tears bedew'd his Face.-- --Now The Fire more loudly roars: and, from the Walls The blazing Torrent nearer rolls the Flames. Haste then, dear Father! on my Shoulders lay Your aged Body: I the Load will bear, Nor think that Labour hard: whatever Chance Betides us, Both shall share one common Fate, Escape together, or together fall.--