 | Themistocles |  |
SCENE VII.
A magnificent place for public audience. A throne on one side. View of the city at a distance.Themistocles, Neocles.
Neoc.
My father, whither goest thou? Still in vain
I would divine thy purpose; while I mark
Each look with fear, and think that every eye
Is fix'd alone on thee. Behold the guards!
The king is near at hand; let us depart.
Them.
Here, mingled with the crowd, we may remain.
Neoc.
Think of the danger, sir.
Them.
No more!—be silent.
Neoc.
[aside.]
I tremble for th' event,
[they retire to one side.
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