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SCENE I.
ARSINOE.It is not sorc'ry that deceives my sight?
Or has my brain been drench'd with th'insane wine,
And I but fancy what I see and know?
Am I awake? Is this the vestibule?
Are these true echoes that resound my stamp?
Gods! I will charge her on the very throne,
Where she sits dallying at the king's right hand,—
To make me in the focus of the court,
Before the king and all the smiling nobles,
E'en to the saucy leering guards a show.
Some were that thought Egysthus dealt with me,
Now she has prov'd it, who shall dare gainsay?
But I will cry her wantonness to all;
I will amaze the hearing with her passion.
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