While virtue languishes, and pines neglected,

Rob'd of her lustre—But, let's forward, Lysias—

Thou know'st each turn in this thy dreary rule,

Then lead me to some secret stand, from whence,

Unnotic'd, all their actions we may view.

Lysias.

Lysias.

Here, take your stand behind—See, Bethas comes.

Scene V.

Scene V.

Bethas [alone].

Bethas

To think on Death in gloomy solitude,

In dungeons and in chains, when expectation

Join'd with serious thought describe him to us,

His height'n'd terrors strike upon the soul

With awful dread; imagination rais'd

To frenzy, plunges in a sea of horror,

And tastes the pains, the agonies of dying—

Ha! who is this, perhaps he bears my fate?

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