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SCENE XVII.
Laodice, Medarses.Laod.
The words Hydaspes utter'd sure contain
Some strange and hidden sense.
Med.
Ah! little read
In human kind; and dost thou then believe him?
Thou shouldst be vers'd in courts: 'tis ever thus
With him who holds the favour of his prince:
His artificial plots are hidden secrets:
The less the vulgar comprehend, the more
They worship and admire.
Laod.
I cannot think
Hydaspes' meaning such: 'tis true I know not
To what it tends, but whilst I hear him speak,
Like him I change my purpose and my thoughts,
And know not what I hope, or what I fear.
Hydaspes' meaning such: 'tis true I know not
To what it tends, but whilst I hear him speak,
Like him I change my purpose and my thoughts,
And know not what I hope, or what I fear.
No certain fears my bosom fill,
Nor know I hope sincere;
And yet in hope I wander still,
And wander still in fear.
I know not why, but stript of rest,
All peace is banish'd from my breast.
Nor know I hope sincere;
And yet in hope I wander still,
And wander still in fear.
I know not why, but stript of rest,
All peace is banish'd from my breast.
[Exit.
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