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Siroes

Hoole, John (1727-1803)
  
SIROES.
  
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ACT I.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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SCENE VI.
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SCENE VII.
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SCENE VIII.
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SCENE IX.
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SCENE X.
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SCENE XI.
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SCENE XII.
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SCENE XIII.
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SCENE XIV.
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SCENE XV.
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SCENE XVI.
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SCENE XVII.
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SCENE XVIII.
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ACT II.
 1. 
SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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SCENE VI.
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SCENE VII.
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SCENE VIII.
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SCENE IX.
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SCENE X.
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SCENE XI.
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SCENE XII.
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SCENE XIII.
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SCENE XIV.
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SCENE XV.
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SCENE XVI.
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ACT III.
 1. 
SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
 3. 
SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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SCENE VI.
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SCENE VII.
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SCENE VIII.
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SCENE IX.
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SCENE X.
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SCENE XI.
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SCENE XII.
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SCENE XIII.
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SCENE XIV.
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SCENE XV.
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SCENE XVI.
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SCENE XVI.
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SCENE XVII.
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SCENE XVIII.
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SCENE XIX.
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SCENE LAST.

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SCENE VII.

Cosroes, Araxes.
Cos.
Where am I! cruel, cruel recollection!
Do I yet live?

Ar.
Take comfort, dear my lord:
Think what may now preserve your threaten'd empire;
Think of your own repose.

Cos.
I hope for none.
My subjects are my enemies, and Fate
Is arm'd against me. Heaven has not a star
That shines on Cosroes with propitious beams;
And I myself am now my worst of foes.
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Through every vein benumb'd with cold,
I feel the lazy current roll'd,
And, hovering round, with dread behold
A murder'd son's lamented shade.
And now alas! too late I find,
By me to cruel death consign'd,
A youth the noblest of his kind,
A heart by every virtue sway'd.

[Exit.
Ar.
Bring back the prisoner.

[Emira brought in by the guards.
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