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Zenobia

Hoole, John (1727-1803)
  
ZENOBIA.
  
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ACT I.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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SCENE VI.
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SCENE VII.
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SCENE VIII.
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SCENE IX.
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SCENE X.
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SCENE XI.
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ACT II.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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SCENE VI.
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SCENE VII.
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SCENE VIII.
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SCENE IX.
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SCENE X.
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ACT III.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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SCENE VI.
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SCENE VII.
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SCENE VIII.
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SCENE IX.
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SCENE X.
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SCENE XI.
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SCENE XII.
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SCENE XIII.
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SCENE LAST.

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SCENE XI.

Tiridates
alone.
I know not where I am—I'm struck with wonder,
And all appears a dream. Alas! how ill
Her former tenderness agrees with rigour
So harsh and cruel! Does Zenobia hate,
Or love her Tiridates? If she hate me,
Why would she save my life? And if she love,
Then wherefore fly my sight? O! I should doubt
'Twere all deception, but too deeply here,
Here in this breast her image is engrav'd.
And can it be, some other nymph may bear
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Those semblant features? Nature, with her work
Perhaps enchanted, might again produce
Another form like hers—O! no, those eyes
Were sure Zenobia's—Those, and those alone
Could wake the inward transports that I feel.
This soul could ne'er to other eyes consign
Such power to rule the heart of Tiridates.
I know ye well, dear beauteous eyes,
I know ye by the heaving sighs;
The tumults here confess'd.
I'm not deceiv'd; for still the same,
Those looks alone can feed the flame
That burns within my breast.

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