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SCENE VII.
Attalus, Arsinoe, Laodice, Cleone.Arsi.
Saws't thou them Attalus make their retreat?
Attalus.
Ah Madam!
Arsi.
Speake!
Atta.
Ah Madam! what is done
Summes up all our preceding feares in one.
The Prince is scap'd.
Laod.
Then Madam fear no more,
I'me now as generous as I was before.
Arsin.
Does Attalus delight to affright me too?
Atta.
Hope not so well, as to presume it so,
Wretched Araspes led by his ill sate,
With his weak guard no sooner reach't the Gate
Through which Flaminius had past to his fleet
But he fell wounded at the Princes feet,
And his few followers danted at that sight
Fearing the like fate took a speedy flight.
Arsin.
But who, alas! could wound him in that gate?
Atta.
Ten or twelve soldiers who as guards did wait
The Prince.—
Arsin.
Ah son there Traytors every where,
Few subjects to their Masters faithful are,
But whence of this could you informed be
Atta.
Araspes self did dying tell it me.
But hear what only causes my despair,
To joyn me with my Father I took care.
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I saw that Monarch to his fears gin o're.
In a small skiff after the Roman flee,
VVho was perhaps no less afraid then he.
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