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SCENE VII.
Araxes. Orbasius.Ara.
I've done my duty, and I've done no more.
Why wear you that concern upon your brow?
It misbecomes you in this time of joy.
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Justice is ours, but mercy's lodg'd in him.
Orba.
I never can believe the Prince so vile
To mix with common murderers and assassins.
I think him virtuous, and I share his suff'rings.
All generous souls must strong reluctance find,
In heaping sorrows on th'afflicted mind.
[Exeunt.
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