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oward and unreasoning panic This worthy Senator has moved his colleagues-- Since cruelty is close akin to fear-- To break your faith to me, and to confuse The innocent and guilty, those who led And those who followed, in one dreadful death! I pray you pardon me if, being a woman, Too rashly taking part in things of State, I have known nought of State-craft or the wisdom Which breaks a plighted word. _Zetho._ Daughter, I would Our promise had been kept, and I had kept it But that the safety of the State to some Seemed to demand its breach. _Gycia._ Farewell, good Zetho, And all who were my friends. I am going hence; I can no longer stay. There lies my love. There flames my father's house. I go far off, A long, long journey. If you see me not In life again, I humbly pray the State May, if it think me worthy--for indeed I have given it all--bury me, when I die, Within the city, in a fair white tomb, As did our Grecian forefathers of old For him who saved the State; and, if it may be, Lay my love by my side. _Zetho and Sens._ Daughter, we swear That thou shalt have thy wish. _Gycia._ I thank you, sirs. Then, I may go. Kiss me, good Theodorus: I am no more a wife. I know thy love, And thank thee for it. For that wretch whose lie Has wrecked our life and love, I bless the gods That I am childless, lest my daughter grew As vile a thing as she; and yet I know not. She loved him in some sort, poor wretch, poor wretch! But now I must be going. 'Tis past midnight; [_Snatches dagger from_ THEODORUS'S _side._ I must go hence. I have lost my life and love. But I have saved the State. [_Stabs herself and falls on_ _Asander's_ _body._ Citizens _of Cherson bursting in._ _Cits._ The State is saved! Long may our Cherson flourish! The State is saved! Long live our Lady Gycia, Who saved the State! _Gycia_ (_rising a little_). Yes, I have saved the State! [_Falls back dead._ _Citizens_ (_without_). Long live the Lady Gycia! _Curtain._ PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS, LIMITED, LONDON AND BECCLES. SELECTIONS FROM THE NOTICES OF THE POETICAL WORKS OF LEWIS MORRIS. SONGS OF TWO WORLDS. Th
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