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SCENE I.
—THE PALACE.MAJONE,
(alone.)
The King will soon regard this awful paper,
(Thanks to the cunning of Sicardi's hand!)
As the last prayer of his expiring son,
And Raymond dies; my hated rival, dies,
And falling, leaves my path to sovereign power
Free from its worst impediment.
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