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SCENE VIII.
Enter HAMET.Surely I heard—
Villain forbear—O! all ye gods—Almeida!
ALMORAN
(throws off the disguise.)
Ha!—Who art thou—'Tis Almoran—Ha!—Hamet!
ALMEIDA.
Almoran!—Ah! poor betray'd Almeida.
[Faints.
HAMET.
Ha! betray'd!—Now then accursed king—
[They fight, Almoran disarm'd.
Guilt brings the haughty tyrant to the earth—
Behold the mighty Almoran disarm'd!
ALMORAN.
Strike—strike—I will not bear the load of life.
HAMET.
I need not shed thy blood—Thy conscience bleeds
Already
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