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SCENE III.
MAJONE,(alone.)
Thanks easy dotard! thou dost well to yield
Thy falling sceptre to an abler hand!
Majone prospers:—Be thyself my soul,
Nor let weak scruples mar thy towering thoughts!
The noble end gives sanction to the means,
And all, that leads to greatness, must be great;
Thou shalt be mine; Thou! that alone art worth
The wishes of a man, unbounded power!
Thou! at whose nod the sons of earth submit,
Wisdom grows mute, and beauty yields her pride.
(Exit.
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