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SCENE XVIII.
Medarsesalone.
Great are my aims: and thus far well advanc'd
My project shows. The recompense at hand,
Amidst such tumults still I stand unshaken:
He never trusts the sea who fears a storm.
My project shows. The recompense at hand,
Amidst such tumults still I stand unshaken:
He never trusts the sea who fears a storm.
Amidst the storm, while fearful night
Has hid the stars from human sight,
Across the gloom a ray of light
Already fortune shows.
This labour o'er, my care shall cease,
My troubled soul return to peace,
And thoughts of dangers past increase
The sweets of calm repose.
Has hid the stars from human sight,
Across the gloom a ray of light
Already fortune shows.
This labour o'er, my care shall cease,
My troubled soul return to peace,
And thoughts of dangers past increase
The sweets of calm repose.
[Exit.
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