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SCENE V.
Periander attended, Leonidas, Ariston, Procles, Medon.Periander
aside.
She flies!—Thou coward, Guilt!—but hence that thought.
[advancing towards Procles.
At length the measure of thy crimes is full:
Thy high-plum'd pride lies humbled in the dust;
And awful Justice comes, array'd in terrors,
To make enquiry for the guilt that swells
Thy black account—But I will check my heart,
Nor learn of thee to triumph o'er the fallen.
Bear him to prison.
Procles.
Yet, I will be free,
And soon beyond thy power. Knowing the worst,
I laugh at all to come.
Periander
to Medon.
For thee, thou vile one,
Thou pander to thy Master's lusts, thou sycophant,
(The most pernicious present angry heaven
Can make to princes whom it means to blind,
And ruin beyond mercy) thy just doom
Is instant. Spurn this slave into the streets.
The furious people, whom his earth-born pride
Has trampled on, and numerous rapines beggar'd,
Will find th'oppressor out, and as they tear
His guilty limbs, think all their wrongs o'er-paid.
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