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SCENE III.

The Palace.
THAMYRIS, XIPHARES.
THAMYRIS.
By sorrow led, unknowing where I wander,
Through each apartment of this once-lov'd palace
I trace my chearless way. Pale fear and terror,
The sad attendants on a state like mine,
Have from this heart, oppress'd with keenest anguish,
Chac'd every lucid ray of expectation.


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XIPHARES.
Great God of battles!
If dearer far to heaven than hecatombs
A monarch's virtues, justice, mercy, truth,
Firm faith unspotted, valor still chastis'd
By mild compassion, grace Pharnaces' reign,
Auspicious hear! and aid the prince who draws
Constrain'd th' unwilling sword! the prince who wars
Not to destroy, but save!