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SCENE THE FIFTH
Echilus.Ech.
What perturbation! oh! what horrid secret
Beneath her accents lurks? ... Oh heaven! ... And whence
In the fierce tyrant so much confidence?
Perchance he knows our schemes. Perchance ourselves
Are by his very traitors now betray'd.
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And more she trembles for her other son?
Then has the impious tyrant in his heart
Determined now to inflict a final slaughter? ...
Ah! If it should be so? ... Let me fly hence;
And be the illustrious Timoleon saved,
In whose salvation is the country saved;
Or, for her, one with him, let us all die.
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