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SCENE XI.
A magnificent place designed for the coronation of Artaxerxes. A throne on one side, with a sceptre, and crown thereon. An altar kindled in the midst, with an image of the Sun.Artaxerxes and Artaban, with a numerous attendance; and People.
Artax.
To you, my people, I present myself,
No less your father than your king: be you
My children more than subjects: I'll defend
Your lives, your fame; whatever arms may gain,
Or peace bestow: do you defend my throne:
And let our hearts now make the just exchange
Of loyalty and love: the reins of empire
I'll sway with gentle hand, and guard the laws
Inviolate—this to perform, to all
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[an attendant brings the cup.
Artab.
The sacred cup
[gives the cup.
Receive, and bind thy oath with stronger ties—
Complete the rite—and drink thy own destruction.
[aside.
Artax.
“Bright God! by whom the vernal flowers arise;
“By whom the whole creation lives or dies;
“Hear!—if my lips the words of falsehood speak,
“On this devoted head your vengeance take:
“Let my life fade, as now the languid flame
“Fades at the pouring of the sacred stream;
[sheds part of the wine upon the fire.
“And while I drink some secret bane infuse;
“To deadly poison change the wholesome juice.”
[about to drink.
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