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SCENE THE FOURTEENTH.
ÆGYSTHUS and LYCON.ÆGYSTHUS.
Fortune befriends me still!—I live—I triumph!
While treason grovels in the chains she forg'd
Wherewith to shackle majesty.—My Lycon,
Be thine the disposition of our host.
While night her dark dominion shall maintain,
With caution guard the palace from surprize.
We'll think, ere Phœbus mounts his radient seat,
Of means to make our victory complete.
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