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SCENE XVI.
Siroes, Medarses, Guards.Med.
O! Siroes, I confess the rightful fate
From which, in me, you have preserv'd a traitor;
And more, believe me, I detest the guilt
Than fear the punishment. Ascend the throne.
But first, as here I stand without defence,
Cut short this wretched being.
Sir.
Take thy sword:
[gives his sword.
Live still, in this embrace receive my pardon.
[gives his sword.
Live still, in this embrace receive my pardon.
Do thou, with better faith, restore
A brother's love, I ask no more,
No more the past review.
Expect a purer peace of mind,
Since now thy foot, from ill declin'd
Shall honour's paths again pursue.
A brother's love, I ask no more,
No more the past review.
Expect a purer peace of mind,
Since now thy foot, from ill declin'd
Shall honour's paths again pursue.
[Exit.
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