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SCENE IX.
Siroes, Medarses.Med.
Alone, my brother?
Sir.
I have ever with me
The sad society of adverse Fortune.
Med.
Thy happiness is surely now secur'd.
This instant Cosroes will be here: perchance
He comes to give thee comfort.
Sir.
See what comfort
My destiny has sent: instead of Cosroes
Medarses comes.
Med.
Yes, doubtless 'tis thy wish
Without a witness to receive thy father:
So might'st thou practise every soothing art
To varnish o'er thy guilt; but could thy folly
E'er hope Medarses would consent to this?
Sir.
Thou art deceiv'd: as gladly would I speak
When thou art present: he who knows not guilt
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It only grieves me to reflect our blood
Flow'd from one common spring.
Med.
I ask no virtues
But royalty and empire.
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