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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.
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SCENE I.
 2. 
SCENE II.
 3. 
SCENE III.
 4. 
SCENE IV.
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ACT II.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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ACT III.
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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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ACT IV.
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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 III.
 4. 
SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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SCENE VI.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE VIII.
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ACT V.
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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.

  
EPILOGUE
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SCENE VIII.

ALMEIDA.
Oh, barbarous, barbarous man, inhuman tyrant—
Then they must die: Well, well, I will not weep.
Am I not very patient, righteous gods?
Am I not very calm?—Yes, let them bleed,
The pitying heavens shall open to receive them.
Bleed! whom bleed?—My lord, my love, my father!
Oh, shrouding darkness, hide me from the sight,
And I, I murther them—What can I do?
Point out the path to me, some kindly power,
Instruct my staggering senses how to act,
And save the innocent from the assassin.
It shall not be—I cannot bear the thought.
Oh, I will save their lov'd, their precious lives;
Prevent the fatal blow, or with them die.

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