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SCENE THE FIFTH.
Agis, Agesistrata, Agiziade.Agis.
Well did I know with what a bait t'entice him.—
Now, ladies, to my dwelling and my children
Let me return with you. I shall enjoy
A few brief, final moments, in your presence,
Of private consolation, till I join
This fatal conference.
Agi.
Oh heaven! ...
Ages.
Oh son!
What canst thou hope from this perfidious king?
Agis.
He grasps the fate of Sparta; and canst thou,
Oh mother, ask what Agis hopes from him?
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