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Juvenile poems on various subjects

With the Prince of Parthia, a tragedy

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SCENE VIII.
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SCENE VIII.

Arsaces, Gotarzes, Barzaphernes and Officers, with Vardanes and Lysias, prisoners.
Arsaces.
Thanks to the ruling pow'rs who blest our arms,
Prepare the sacrifices to the Gods,
And grateful songs of tributary praise.—
Gotarzes, fly, my Brother, find Evanthe,
And bring the lovely mourner to my arms.

Gotarzes.
Yes, I'll obey you, with a willing speed.
[Exit Gotarzes]

Arsaces.
Thou, Lysias, from yon tow'r's aspiring height
Be hurl'd to death, thy impious hands are stain'd
With royal blood—Let the traitor's body
Be giv'n to hungry dogs.

Lysias.
Welcome grim death!—
I've fed thy maw with Kings, and lack no more
Revenge—Now, do thy duty Officer.

Officer.
Yea, and would lead all traitors gladly thus,—
The boon of their deserts.