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SCENE XII.

THAMYRIS, ATHRIDATES, ARTAXIAS, ORCHANES.
ATHRIDATES.
[To Artax.]
Urge me no more. See, from a father's mercy
She flies to this vile tomb, where rest the ashes
Of him my soul detested! What dire purpose
Could from thy palace lead thy erring steps
To this abhorr'd abode? Whom seek'st thou here?

THAMYRIS.
The king of terrors—Death—

ATHRIDATES.
Soon shalt thou find him.
He comes with rapid pace. Approach, my warriors.