 | Heraclius, Emperour of the East |  |
SCE. I.
HERACLIUS.What strange confusion's this that I do finde?
He whom I hate, would kill, appears so kinde,
That I still fear what ever is design'd.
Perhaps Leontina does me abuse;
Then wrought by her my right I may refuse,
Mauritius' interest honour bids me chuse.
If Phocas Son, I then must share his guilt,
By a just Prince much blood is seldom spilt;
My hopes are on my first opinion built.
Look down, great Soul, from thy cœlestial home,
And to thy stagger'd sons assistance come;
Arm him with scorn against a Tyrant's doom.
| Heraclius, Emperour of the East | |