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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 XIII.

Phenicius, Mithranes, Alcestes.
Phen.
Propitious powers!
I never hop'd so much from your indulgence;
Most blest event of all my cares and toils!
Alcestes, thou no more must call me father;
No longer by th' endearing name of son,
Must thou be press'd within these aged arms:
These are the last embraces I must give thee.

[embraces him.
Alc.
What crime of mine can forfeit such a blessing?

Phen.
I am your subject—you are Syria's king.

[kneels.
Alc.
O rise!—what hast thou said?

Mith.
Transcendent faith!

Phen.
At length know who you are; in you still breathes
The offspring of Demetrius; you in Alcestes
Survives the undoubted heir of Syria's throne.
I have preserv'd you for this happy day:
If you distrust my truth, believe yourself,
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Your princely genius, your exalted soul;
Believe Phenicius who rejects for you
A profferr'd crown: believe these tears of joy
That trickle down my cheek.

Alc.
But wherefore, sir,
Have you so long conceal'd my fortune from me?

Phen.
You shall know all, give me a moment's respite:
My heart, o'ercharg'd with such a tide of pleasure,
Scarce gives the vital functions leave to play.
Immortal powers! from you no more
My loyal faith her meed desires:
My truth is crown'd, my toils are o'er,
My prince no more my zeal requires.
I fear not now the frowns of fate,
No happier fortune wish to find;
But calmly death's approach I wait,
Nor death's approach can damp my mind.

[Exit with attendants.
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