Believe me, Lysias, I do not know

A single thought which tends toward suspicion,

For well I know thy worth, when I affront it,

By the least doubt, may I be ever curs'd

With faithless friends, and by his dagger fall

Whom my deluded wishes most would favour.

Lysias.

Lysias.

Then let's no longer trifle time away,

I'm all impatience till I see thy brows

Bright in the glories of a diadem;

My soul is fill'd with anguish when I think

That by weak Princes worn, 'tis thus disgrac'd.

Haste, mount the throne, and, like the morning Sun,

Chace with your piercing beams those mists away,

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Each honest heart desires it, numbers there are

Ready to join you, and support your cause,

Against th' opposing faction.

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