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SCENE II.

ATHRIDATES, ARTABANES, ARTAXIAS, ORCHANES, and Guards.
ATHRIDATES.
Ambassador of Pontus, 'tis the hour
Prefix'd for thy return:—say to thy queen,
A father's love has melted into air
A monarch's just resentments.—I forgive,
And as my child will meet her. Her offences,
Since now repentant, from my memory fade,
Like the light cloud before the summer-breeze,

ARTABANES.
Auspicious sounds! From this distinguish'd æra
Pontus' and Cappadocia's warlike sons,
A band of brothers, bury all distinction.

ATHRIDATES.
The lassitude of age, and toils of war,
Demand a short repose; the coming night
I give to rest; but with the rising dawn,
In Themis' temple, I embrace a daughter,
Once dearer than the blood which warms my heart,
And sign a lasting league with brave Pharnaces.


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ARTABANES.
May Jove and righteous Themis bless your union!

ATHRIDATES.
Thanks, generous chief; this further to thy queen:
The dear domestic bliss, so long suspended,
Of mild paternal love, awhile indulg'd
Beneath your monarch's hospitable roof,
And Athridates leads his warriors back,
To guard their native walls and houshold gods.

ARTABANES.
This hour, the fairest in the rolls of time,
Wipes from the trembling matron's eye the tear,
And spreads unnumber'd blessings thro' the land.

ATHRIDATES.
The stealing step of evening warns thee hence:
See to the west the radiant god of day,
On rapid wing, drives fast his fiery coursers!
Ere he ascend the azure vault of heaven
Expect me in Sinope.—Thou, Orchanes,
Safe to the eastern gate with speed conduct
The valiant Artabanes.—Chief farewel!