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The Fair Circassian

A Tragedy
(1749-1814)
  
THE FAIR CIRCASSIAN.
  
[dedication]
  
PROLOGUE BY A FRIEND.
  
[prologue]
  
[castlist]
  
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ACT I.
 1. 
SCENE I.
 2. 
SCENE II.
 3. 
SCENE III.
 4. 
SCENE IV.
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ACT II.
 1. 
SCENE I.
 2. 
SCENE II.
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ACT III.
 1. 
SCENE I.
 2. 
SCENE II.
 3. 
SCENE III.
 4. 
SCENE IV.
 5. 
SCENE V.
 6. 
SCENE VI.
 7. 
SCENE VII.
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ACT IV.
 1. 
SCENE I.
 2. 
SCENE II.
 3. 
SCENE III.
 4. 
SCENE IV.
 3. 
SCENE III.
 4. 
SCENE IV.
 5. 
SCENE V.
 6. 
SCENE VI.
 7. 
SCENE II.
 8. 
SCENE VIII.
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ACT V.
 1. 
SCENE I.
 2. 
SCENE II.
 3. 
SCENE III.
 4. 
SCENE IV.
 5. 
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.

  
EPILOGUE
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SCENE III.

THE SERAGLIO GATES.
OSMYN
(alone).
While Caled takes his station near the palace,
Here must I wait the coming of the sultan.—
Ah! servitude abhorr'd, disgraceful state!
The recent honours he has heap'd upon me,
Chill on my brow, and sicken at my heart.
O, conscience! conscience! smite me not so sore,
Thou scourge invisible! Who plac'd thee here,
With thy dread arrowy store, to goad and wound us?
Something far sharper than the sabre's point
Now strikes this breast and calls me slave and minion.
What may be done? This constant care distracts me—
The account of infamy is large against me.
Long have I inly mourn'd—

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