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SCENE V.
Artabanalone.
Relentless Gods! you now have found the way,
The only way to unman me: but to doubt
If yet my dear Arbaces lives distracts me;
I cannot overcome this secret tumult,
That from my reason takes the power to govern.
The only way to unman me: but to doubt
If yet my dear Arbaces lives distracts me;
I cannot overcome this secret tumult,
That from my reason takes the power to govern.
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If thou, my son, to life art lost,
No more I'll breathe the vital air;
But first, dispatch'd to Pluto's coast,
A monarch shall my message bear.
No more I'll breathe the vital air;
But first, dispatch'd to Pluto's coast,
A monarch shall my message bear.
Beside the sable stream his oar
The infernal pilot must suspend,
Till to the margin of the shore
The mournful father shall descend.
The infernal pilot must suspend,
Till to the margin of the shore
The mournful father shall descend.
[Exit.
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