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SCENE VI.
Alcestesalone.
What mean these mystic words of Cleonice?
She bids me yield her to another's arms,
Yet tells me that she still consults my peace.
This is to bid me die ere I depart:
But let her be obey'd; for her I'm ready
To suffer every pang the mind can feel;
Nor will I question aught that she commands.
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