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SCENE XIV.
Siroes, Emira, Laodice.Sir.
[to himself.]
On what shall I resolve?
Em.
Ye happy lovers,
Hydaspes joys to see your fortune smile.
O! what has future time in store for Persia
From such an union; should the rising offspring
Reflect the mother's charms and father's virtues?
Sir.
[to himself.]
And does she mock me too?
Laod.
May favouring Heaven
Improve the gladsome omen! Silent still?
He seems irresolute and lost in thought.
Em.
[to Sir.]
Speak, for 'twere madness longer to dissemble.
Sir.
O! Heavens!—Away and leave me.
Em.
Well thou know'st
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To choose a prison or Laodice.
Laod.
On what wilt thou resolve?
Sir.
I leave Hydaspes
To fix my choice: his will shall be my law.
Meantime I go, amidst my chains, to expect
What fate determines next.
Em.
I know not, prince—
Sir.
Thou hast known enough to torture me till now,
[aside.]
And may Emira share the pangs I suffer.
[aside.]
And may Emira share the pangs I suffer.
My breast a thousand passions rend,
A thousand racking doubts contend:—
On thee my last resolves depend;
[to Em.
To rule my heart is thine.
Say, must I now for death prepare?
At your command my fate I dare:
Or should you bid me woo the fair,
Your will, alas! is mine.
A thousand racking doubts contend:—
On thee my last resolves depend;
[to Em.
To rule my heart is thine.
Say, must I now for death prepare?
At your command my fate I dare:
Or should you bid me woo the fair,
Your will, alas! is mine.
[Exit.
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