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Adrian In Syria

Hoole, John (1727-1803)
  
ADRIAN IN SYRIA.
  
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ACT I.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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SCENE VI.
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SCENE VII.
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SCENE VIII.
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SCENE IX.
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SCENE X.
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SCENE XI.
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SCENE XII.
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SCENE XIII.
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SCENE XIV.
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SCENE XV.
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SCENE XVI.
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SCENE XVII.
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ACT II.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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SCENE VI.
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SCENE VII.
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SCENE VIII.
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SCENE IX.
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SCENE X.
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SCENE XI.
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SCENE XII.
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SCENE XIII.
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SCENE XIV.
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SCENE XV.
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ACT III.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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SCENE VI.
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SCENE VII.
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SCENE VIII.
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SCENE IX.
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SCENE X.
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SCENE XI.
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SCENE XII.
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SCENE IX.

Enter Sabina with Pharnaspes.
Sab.
[to Phar.]
Behold your spouse.

Phar.
My lovely Emirena.

Emir.
Art thou indeed my prince? I scarce believe
The bliss sincere.

Phar.
At length, my dearest princess—

Sab.
The time admits not now such fond exchange
Of mutual transports: think of speedy safety.
This unfrequented passage, veil'd in gloom,
Is open for your flight, by Lentulus
Reveal'd to me: not distant from the entrance
It branches in two straiter paths: the right
Leads to the river, and the left the palace.
Avoid the second. Go, my friends, secure;
May Fortune guide and Love protect your steps.

Emir.
O! generous empress!

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Phar.
Most exalted fair-one!
What gratitude from us—

Sab.
I ask but little:
Ah! think of me sometimes, and if amidst
Your happiness you recollect Sabina,
Afford one pitying sigh to my misfortunes.
Ye gentle pair, from realms above
Shine every star to bless your love,
Nor give your life, like mine, to prove
Misfortune's cruel frown.
I envy not your sorrows rest,
But hope to find, with grief oppress'd,
That pity in some feeling breast
Which mine to you has shown.

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