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SCENE XV.
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SCENE XV.

Siroes, Emira, Medarses, Guards.
Med.
O! Heavens! all, all forsake me!

Em.
Let us go,
My dearest Siroes, nor neglect the good
By favouring fortune given: pursue my steps,
Behold the path that leads you to the throne.

Sir.
Is it then true, thou treasure of my soul,
That thou no longer now art Siroes' foe?
What torture did I feel to think thee false?

Em.
And couldst thou ever doubt Emira's truth?

Sir.
Forgive me, best belov'd, but Siroes lives
A wretch so hateful now to every star;
What else might seem impossible, if leagu'd
Against my peace, I can believe it all.

Em.
Think not those eyes shall ever cease
To rule Emira's heart;
Nor think that I would wound thy peace,
With wiles of female art.

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Those eyes, whose power could first inspire
The flame my breast retains,
Shall nourish there the gentle fire,
While vital breath remains.

[Exit.