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SCENE XI.
Olinthus, Alcestes.Olin.
My father bids me in Alcestes' school
Learn to be virtuous—Come, begin to teach me:
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Instruction, not to shame so great a master.
Alc.
My lord, from you alone I can support
Such bitter taunts—the son of good Phenicius
May speak without rebuke.
Olin.
I was too bold
To dally with my king: forgive me, sir,
If I offend the regal dignity.
Alc.
Farewell, Olinthus, for you put my patience
To too severe a trial; you insult me,
And trust too much in that respect I owe you.
To too severe a trial; you insult me,
And trust too much in that respect I owe you.
The seaman mocks the rising breeze,
When first it blows a gentle gale;
But trembles, when the wind he sees
With dreadful rage that waves assail.
When first it blows a gentle gale;
But trembles, when the wind he sees
With dreadful rage that waves assail.
The pilgrim, with regardless view,
Aloft a fleecy cloud espies;
'Till thence unlook'd-for storms ensue,
And thunders rattle through the skies.
Aloft a fleecy cloud espies;
'Till thence unlook'd-for storms ensue,
And thunders rattle through the skies.
[Exit.
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