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SCENE IX.

ATHRIDATES, ARTAXIAS.

Sincere and undisguis'd
As fond, believing, smiling infancy,
Suspicion dwells not with her; yet her spirit
To fear superior rises. Fraudful guile,
Not force, must gain my purpose. To the snare
Maternal love will guide her. Led by terror,
And anxious to elude my threaten'd vengeance,
When unrestrain'd, her busy thought will weave
Th' insidious web, in which herself, intangled,
Will meet more sure destruction.

ARTAXIAS.
Gracious king!
See me implore you for a once-lov'd daughter,
Now fall'n from power, the captive of your arms,
Whose weakness pleads for mercy.

ATHRIDATES.
Power of Vengeance!
To thee my vows are paid! The great resolve,

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The hardy deed are thine! Let my brave troops
[To Artaxias.
Find from their arduous toils a short repose:
That done, again they draw the glittering steel,
And join yon camp. The word be Victory.