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SCENE III.
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SCENE III.

Artaban
alone.
Now, Artaban, subdue thy weak affections,
And to his fate resign a rebel-son.
And yet I cannot from my heart condemn him;
Methinks I love him more for differing from me;
At once I am fill'd with rage and admiration;
Pity and wrath by turns divide my soul.