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SCENE VIII.
Dirce, Priests, Guards.Dir.
O stay!—he hears me not—Eternal powers!
Preserve his life—for, ah! should he be lost,
What friendly care shall guard our orphan son!
The pangs of terror for a husband's danger
Were only wanting to complete my woes:
Did I but know of whom to implore relief!
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