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SCENE X.
Enter Mithranes.Mit.
From Artaxata,
My lord, the ambassadors are now arriv'd,
Deputed by Armenia.
Tir.
[seeing, but not attending to him.]
Haste, my friend,
O! haste—For me pursue—In pity haste,
And stay her flight.
Mit.
Whom shall I stay?
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She lives!
And breathes this vital air.
Mit.
Who lives, my prince?
Tir.
Zenobia lives.
Mit.
Alas! he raves.
Tir.
O! Heaven!
Why dost thou loiter? Yonder lies the way:
Her track is there.
Mit.
But yet—
Tir.
[impatiently.]
While thou delay'st
The time in vain debate—she's lost.
Mit.
I go.
[aside.]
O! how excess of grief distracts the sense!
[Exit.
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