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SCENE IX.
Enter Sabina, attended by matrons and Roman knights.Sab.
Cæsar, my lord, my husband!
Behold the hour that I have wish'd so long
At last is come, and I once more am near you:
Permit me now to view you crown'd with laurel;
With that victorious laurel, which has cost
My love such frequent sighs.
Adr.
[aside.]
What shall I say?
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You answer not—
Adr.
I could not hope, Sabina—
Might I—but thy fatigue must now require
A needful rest—Who waits?—Conduct Sabina
To some apartment that befits her rank,
And honour her as me.
Sab.
Must I then leave you?
With you I came to seek repose.
Adr.
Forgive me,
Some weighty cares demand me hence.
Sab.
The time
Has been, Sabina was your first of cares.
Adr.
'Tis true; but empire now must claim from Adrian
A sovereign's duty.
[Exit.
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