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Demetrius

Hoole, John (1727-1803)
  
DEMETRIUS.
  
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ACT I.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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SCENE VI.
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SCENE VII.
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SCENE VIII.
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SCENE IX.
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SCENE X.
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SCENE XI.
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SCENE XII.
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SCENE XIII.
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SCENE XIV.
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SCENE XV.
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SCENE XVI.
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SCENE XVII.
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SCENE XVIII.
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SCENE XIX.
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ACT II.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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SCENE VI.
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SCENE VII.
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SCENE VIII.
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SCENE IX.
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SCENE X.
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SCENE XI.
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SCENE XII.
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SCENE XIII.
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SCENE XIV.
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SCENE XV.
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SCENE XVI.
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SCENE XVII.
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SCENE XVIII.
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SCENE XIX.
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ACT III.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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SCENE VI.
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SCENE VII.
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SCENE VIII.
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SCENE IX.
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SCENE X.
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SCENE XI.
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SCENE XII.
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SCENE XIII.
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SCENE XIV.
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SCENE XV.
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SCENE XVI.
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SCENE XVII.
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SCENE XVIII.
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SCENE XIX.
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SCENE XX.
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SCENE LAST.

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SCENE VIII.

Enter Olinthus.
Olin.
My queen, my father,
Alcestes is no longer in Seleucia;
By my device already he's departed.

Cleo.
What say'st thou?

Phen.
Wherefore?

Olin.
With ungovern'd warmth
Importunate he sought once more to see you;
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Hence, in your name, I gave him strict command
Instant to quit the realm.

Cleo.
And when from me
Didst thou receive such orders?—Guards! O Heaven!
[Guards enter.
Haste, be Alcestes found and brought before us.

[Guards go out.
Phen.
Unhappy me!

[aside.
Cleo.
But should their search be vain,
Tremble, rash youth, 'tis thou shalt pay the forfeit
Of thy presumption.

Olin.
I but hop'd to serve you,
Removing thus a dangerous obstacle,
That might obstruct your glory.

Cleo.
Who made thee
The guardian of my glory? Could I ever
Have but foreseen, Phenicius, this misfortune?
Sure all the world conspire against my peace.
In sorrow's lap my infant years
Were from the hapless cradle bred;
And Fortune still averse appears;
In sorrow still my days are led.
While Love each vain resolve destroys;
No longer fix'd my thoughts remain;
Yet Love, alas! no peace enjoys,
Nor finds the bliss he seeks to gain.

[Exit.
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