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SCENE X.
Medarsesalone.
No, if a brother cross my path to empire,
He must not live: though nature shrinks to act,
Necessity compels it. Time that presses,
Big with surrounding evils, leaves me now
No other means, and in the last extreme
Of danger, every remedy is just.
He must not live: though nature shrinks to act,
Necessity compels it. Time that presses,
Big with surrounding evils, leaves me now
No other means, and in the last extreme
Of danger, every remedy is just.
Though brother's blood may stain the crown,
Its splendor ne'er decays:
The crime that leads us to the throne,
Condemn'd for ill success alone,
All, when successful, praise.
Its splendor ne'er decays:
The crime that leads us to the throne,
Condemn'd for ill success alone,
All, when successful, praise.
[Exit.
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