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SCENE VIII.
Enter Aquilius.Aquil.
My lord.
Adr.
What would'st thou?
Aquil.
Sir, from the Latian city is arriv'd—
Adr.
Say, who?
Aquil.
Sabina.
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Mighty Gods!
Emir.
[aside.]
Blest chance
For my relief.
Adr.
What means her progress hither
Without my summons? Art thou not deceiv'd?
Aquil.
No, hear the tumult of the following people,
Whose shouts proclaim her empress.
Adr.
Heavens!—Aquilius,
Go hence, conduct her to a different part;
Let her not thus surprise me: I would ask
A moment to compose my troubled looks—
Use every artifice—
Aquil.
My lord, she comes.
Adr.
I'm all confus'd!
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