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SCENE VIII.
Prusias, Flaminius, Arsinoe, Laodice, Attalus, Cleone.
Pru.
No, no, beleive us yet too brave to fly,
Here we'l defend your gloryes or we'l dye.
Arsi.
Lets dye, lets dye sir, and not victims be
Unto the fury of an enemy.
'Tis better we of our own fate dispose
Then leave it to the Pleasure of our foes:
Laod.
By this dispair you that great man offend
Much more then when you him to Rome would send.
Since in my breast he such an Empire hath
You should believe him worthy of my Faith,
I should disown him, had he not a mind
Revenge can't animate nor passion blind.
Did not in him all that is generous dwell,
But here he comes see if I know him well.
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