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SCENE XIII.
Enter Mithranes.Mith.
My gracious queen, Alcestes is at hand,
After such pangs restor'd again to life,
He waits once more impatient to behold you.
Cleo.
How my heart throbs!
[aside.
Mith.
Phenicius saw and cheer'd him,
Told him the power he still had in your breast,
At this recovering, like a tender flower
That rises to the sun, surcharg'd with dew,
He clear'd his brow, again the colour flush'd
His glowing cheek, and every look was chang'd;
While fill'd with hope and unexpected joy,
Love mix'd with transport brighten'd in his face.
Cleo.
And must I lose him then?
[aside.
Depart, Mithranes,
Bid him approach, I here expect his coming.
Mith.
O fortunate Alcestes!
[Exit.
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