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The Regicide : Or, James the First, of Scotland

A tragedy
Smollett, Tobias George (1721-1771)
  
THE REGICIDE:
  
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ACT I.
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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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ACT II.
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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.
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SCENE XI.
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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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SCENE VIII.
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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 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.
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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 the Last.

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SCENE IV.

Dunbar, Stuart, Eleonora.
Dunbar.
Ruffian, hold
Thy desp'rate Hand!—What Fury 'scap'd from Hell,
Inspires thy Rage to wanton in the Blood
Of such excelling Goodness?—

Stuart.
Infamy
Like mine, deface the Glories of thy Name!
What busy Dæmon sent thee hither, now,
My Vengeance to defeat?—The Hour is come—
The Hour is come at last, that must decide
For ever our Pretensions!

Dunbar.
Whatsoe'er
Thy Hate could meditate against my Life,
My Nature might forgive: But this Attempt
Divests my Soul of Mercy—

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Stuart.
Guide my Point
Ye Pow'rs of Darkness, to my Rival's Heart,
Then take me to yourselves.

[They fight.
Eleonora.
Restrain—restrain
Your mutual Frenzy!—Horror!—help—behold—
Behold this miserable Bosom!—plunge
Your Poignards here; and in its fatal Source
Your Enmity assuage!—

Stuart
falling.
It will not be—
Thy Fortune hath eclips'd me: And the Shades
Of Death environ me.—Yet, what is Death
When Honour brings it, but th'eternal Seal
Of Glory, never—never to be broke!—
O thou hast slain me in a dreadful Hour!
My Vengeance frustrated—my Prospect curs'd
With thy approaching Nuptials! and my Soul
Dismiss'd in all her—Eleonora!—Oh!

[Dies.
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