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SCENE VIII.
Periander, Leonidas, Ariston, Melissa.O my royal Mistress!
The dews of death are cold upon her brow!
Periander.
What mean thy fatal words?
Melissa.
Falsely accus'd
Of what her soul most loaths, and to despair
By your unkindness urg'd, the Queen alas!
Has drunk a deadly draught.
Periander.
O heaven and earth!
Are these at last my hopes? 'Tis I—O horror!
'Tis I have murder'd her—
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