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Scene 7th

Socrates, Xantippe, Plato, Phedon, Crito & c.
Xantippe
runs to him and embraces him
O Socrates!

Socrates
My dear, my best Xantippe.

Xantippe
And art thou going? have thy foes prevail'd
And must I lose thee? On this fatal day
Fore'er lose thee? O my bleeding heart!
My Socrates, do we now part for ever?

Socrates
So heaven ordains; and tho my soul reflects
[OMITTED]fondness all the happy hours
And yet—

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