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SCENE VI.

Periander, Leonidas.
Periander.
As from enchantment freed, the mists disperse
By which my eyes were held.—That injur'd Fair!
How shall I meet her soft forgiving look,
Whom I so much have wrong'd!

Leonidas.
Thrice happy turn
Of unexpected fate!


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Periander.
But let me fly
Into her gentle arms! there lose the horrors
That have distracted me! there lose myself
In love's ecstatic joys!