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SCENE X.
Enter Mithranes.Mith.
Be comforted, my lord,
The Cretan forces now are near the port;
I from the summit of the palace, view'd
The billows whitening with a thousand prows.
Phen.
Behold, my friend, the aid we long desir'd:
At last to Syria's sons we may reveal
The lawful successor. Find out Alcestes;
Conduct him to me. Of thy trusty friends
Select whate'er thou canst—Yes, dear Mithranes,
I now require the last, the greatest proof
Of thy fidelity.
Mith.
I fly this instant
To execute your will.
Phen.
But hear, Mithranes,
Proceed with caution, and conceal the cause
For which the numerous force—
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