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SCEN. I.
Demetriussolus.
Hail sacred Thebes, I kisse thy blessed soil,
And on my knees salute thy seven gates.
Some twentie winters now have glaz'd thy flouds
Since I beheld thy turrets, batter'd then
With warre, that sought the ruine of those walls
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Rob'd mothers of their dearest babes, to glut
His ravenous Minotaure, I for safety fled
With my young sonnes, but call'd my countryes hate
Upon my head, whom miserie made malicious.
Each father had a curse in store for me,
Because I shar'd not in the common losse:
Yet would have willingly chang'd fortunes with me.
I dare not meet the vulgars violent rage
Eager against me. I will therefore study
Some means to live conceal'd.
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