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SCENE IX.

Phraortes. Astarbe. Araxes.
Ara.
I spoke the King's commands; when from the crowd
One of the Captives rose, and humbly pray'd
Admission to the throne.

Phra.
I hear no suits.

Ara.
She wish'd to speak a matter of importance.

Phra.
Dismiss them all. Let us retire, my Queen.

Astar.
Araxes, stay.

[Araxes going out.
Phra.
What is Astarbe's pleasure?

Astar.
This matter should be search'd. The fate of Empires
Turns often on the slightest information;
And were my counsell worthy to be heard,
I would admit her.

Phra.
Let her be admitted.

[Exit Araxes.
[Phraortes seats Astarbe on the throne, then places himself by her. The Guards enter, and range themselves on each side.