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SCENE III.
Periander, Polydore, Leonidas, Officer.My Lord, the prisoner Medon
Attends, and prays admittance to your presence.
Periander.
Ha! Medon! Dost thou dream? Medon alive?
Did I not charge thee strict to cast him forth
That moment to the fury of the people?
How hast thou dar'd to disobey?
Officer.
Dread Sir,
As to his fate I led him pale and trembling;
At sight of the tumultuous croud around,
With utmost instance he requested of me
To save him yet a moment; for he had
Secrets of prime concernment that requir'd
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Into the southern tower: th'unnumber'd rabble
With cries and threats demanded forth their foe.
At hazard of my life I ventur'd down,
Sooth'd, flatter'd, promis'd 'em they should have justice.
They are but now dispers'd.
Periander.
Leonidas,
My heart misgives me at that miscreant's name.
But let him enter.
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