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SCENE THE THIRD.
Echilus, Demariste, Timophanes.Ech.
Be not amazed if thou yet seest me;
Behold the countenance of a generous foe:
And the first dart, that I direct against thee,
Is the unforced confession, that e'en now
A mortal blow is falling on thy head.
Dem.
Ah son, I cannot leave thee! ... At thy side
I must remain ... thou yieldest ... Be convinced
By this brave man ... Oh heaven! ... what art thou doing? ...
Tim.
Against each dart my breast is mail'd in steel.
I fearlessly await you.
Ech.
Hear me: never
Was I more frank with thee than I am now;
My heart addresses thee; nor is that heart,
Because I am thy adversary, changed,
Save for the better: valiant though thou be,
Thou art but one; unwary is thy trust
If placed on others: thou art beset by death
In thousand shapes: many as are the swords
That thou seest round thee drawn in thy defence,
There is not one of them which suddenly
May not be turn'd against thy breast. Ah! trust
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Tim.
Resign me to my destiny. This day,
Which ye announce to me as so tremendous,
Will not be spent ere ye will be convinced
Of your mistake: nor will it then to you
Be unacceptable, to find that pity,
Of which to me ye now are so profuse,
More efficacious as another's boon.
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