 | Themistocles |  |
SCENE LAST.
Enter Sebastes.Seb.
For all my crimes, my sovereign lord, I here
Entreat the punishment: I hate a life
That thus to you—
[kneels.
Xer.
Sebastes, rise: this day
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I render back Aspasia's promise given,
And leave her heart her own: my royal faith
I plight to recompense Roxana's love.
Asp.
My dear Lysimachus!
Rox.
Ah! generous Xerxes!
Them.
O! grant, ye Gods! Themistocles may prove
Still grateful to his king.
Xer.
Implore the Gods
To guard thy life, and I shall find thee grateful;
And if my virtue kindle from th' example
Thy virtue gives, thou render'st back to Xerxes
Far more than Xerxes ever gave to thee.
Chorus.
From emulation virtue grows
With added splendor bright:
So torch to torch united glows,
And yields redoubled light.
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