The Fair Circassian A Tragedy |
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The Fair Circassian | ||
SCENE V.
HAMET(alone.)
Is this permitted—Is this suffer'd, gods?
Spurn'd to the earth—Ha! left alone—gone from me—
Gone whither!—Did he not say to—horror! horror!
To make a hell of heaven—My senses shake!
The brain begins to totter on its basis—
This is the gate that leads to Paradise,
[rises.
And Satan is within—Still fast upon us.—
No means of death—The scymetar remov'd—
Death!—I'll not die.—First grant me rich revenge.
Demons of vengeance here possess me quite;
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Oh! bring the villain once again before me,
Arm my firm hand, and I shall die content.
[Exit.
The Fair Circassian | ||