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SCENE XIV.

Enter Pharnaspes.
Phar.
Osrhoes, my king.

Osr.
Pharnaspes, look—behold
The work of Osrhoes' hand!

[pointing to the flames.
Phar.
Immortal powers!
Where is thy daughter?

Osr.
Who can tell?—Even now,
There, with her lover, wrapt perchance in flames,
She suffers for the wrongs she heap'd on thee.

Phar.
[going.]
O! Emirena! O! my life!

Osr.
Yet hear me—
What would'st thou seek?

Phar.
To save my love or perish.

[going.
Osr.
O! no—forget, far rather, an ingrate
That has betray'd thee.

Phar.
O! I know her false,
But still my soul adores her.

[enters amidst the flames and ruins of the palace.