Zapolya. My son! my son!
A wretched—Oh no, no! a blest—a happy mother!

[They embrace. Kiuprili and Glycine come forward and the curtain drops.

LINENOTES:

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hear 1817, 1828, 1829.

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Life's 1817, 1828, 1829.

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Hath 1817, 1828, 1829.