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SCENE V.
Mithranes, Cleonice.Cleo.
Who waits there? I would write.
[speaks to a page as entering.
Depart, Mithranes.
Mith.
I shall obey you.
[going.
Cleo.
Hear me—Has Alcestes
Again enquir'd of me?
353
He has, O queen!
No other care—but still the unhappy youth—
Cleo.
Depart—enough—yet hear, what could he say?
Mith.
He vows that still he's true to love,
That treacherous arts your bosom move,
That ne'er your heart could cruel prove,
Where goodness once was wont to rest.
He dies to see your anger past,
Before your feet to breathe his last,
The victim of his love distrest.
[Exit.
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