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SCENE XIX.
Enter Araxes and people.Ar.
[entering.]
'Twas I preserv'd him.
I wish'd to free the prince, yet keep my truth
Unshaken to my king: your faithful people
Require no more. If Cosroes should refuse
To absolve me for the past, the power is his
To punish my deceit.
Cos.
O! fair deceit!
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