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SCENE VIII.
Cylene.
Cyl.
O blessed opportunity, I thank thee.
If for this pious act of love I perish,
Let not Sophernes rashly follow me.
Live to revenge me, and the world shall praise thee.
Though all my hours be doom'd to chains and darkness,
The pleasing thought that I have giv'n thee safety,
Will chear me more than liberty and day-light.
Though I'm condemn'd to suffer shameful death,
Ev'n in that hour I shall forget his terrors,
And knowing that preserv'd thee, dye with pleasure,
But hark! what noise was that? New fears alarm me.
Is he detected?—Heaven has more compassion.
Be still, my heart. I go to take his place,
And wait th'event with steady resignation.
[Enters the dungeon.
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