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SCENE VII.
Enter Sohemus.Salome.
My lord! O breathe some cordial to revive
My sick'ning expectation.
Soh.
To defeat
Our purpose, fortune with malicious joy
Fav'ring the Queen, hath snatch'd her from the stroke
Of lifted thunder; but the bolt is hurl'd,
And on her head the ruin shall rebound.
Her stern refusal to partake the feast,
In foul suspicion will confirm the King;
Absolve us, and to her transfer the crime:
With hope attend th'event.
[Exit. Soh.
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