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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.
 1. 
SCENE I.
 2. 
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.
 1. 
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 XVI.

Enter Barsene.
Bar.
Phenicius is our sovereign?

Alc.
Cleonice
Has fix'd on him to fill Seleucia's throne.

Bar.
Alcestes, I compassionate your loss;
But since your hopes to espouse the queen are vain,
No longer I despair to find your heart
Admit Barsene's love.

Alc.
Barsene's love!

Bar.
'Till now respectful I conceal'd my flame:
A throne and queen were rivals far too mighty
For poor Barsene; but at length I see
Phenicius king, and Cleonice wedded;
Your hopes extinct: a more propitious hour
I ne'er could choose to tell you that I love.

Alc.
Ill hast thou fix'd thy choice, unhappy maid!
Could'st thou, Barsene, but discern
What thoughts this bosom move,
Thy lips might other accents learn,
And never speak of love.
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Lament not then that in your pain
I bear so little part,
For while your words my feet detain,
Far distant is my heart.

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