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SCENE III.

Artaban
alone.
Be resolute, my thoughts! the first bold step
Demands a second: to withdraw the hand
When enter'd upon crimes, were to be guilty
Without the hopes to enjoy the fruits of treason.
Drain then the royal blood its utmost drop,
Nor let the empty name of virtue shake me.
Whate'er we judge, even daring guilt sometimes
May claim applause. To combat with ourselves;
To bear unmov'd the pangs of self-remorse;
Amidst surrounding objects of affright
To keep the courage fix'd: these, these are virtues
A glorious crime requires—but see, the prince:
Now to my wiles—What mean these sudden cries!
What tumult's this!