Demetrius | ||
SCENE XIV.
Alcestes, Mithranes.Alc.
Do I then dream or wake?
Mith.
Permit Mithranes,
As the first homage of a faithful subject—
[kneels.
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My best Mithranes, yet awhile forbear;
Leave me in peace, for still my soul's in doubt.
Mith.
Hence be every thought distrest;
Fairer prospects fill your breast:
Fortune brings a happier hour,
Seize the occasion in your power:
'Tis time at length to breathe from pain.
Through life accustom'd still to bear
The sting of grief, and pining care,
Though lodg'd in port, you yet despair,
And dread the perils of the main.
[Exit.
Demetrius | ||