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That here I stand, and breathe the common air,

And 't is my pride to tell it to the world.

One luckless day as in the eager chace

My Courser wildly bore me from the rest,

A monst'rous Leopard from a bosky fen

Rush'd forth, and foaming lash'd the ground,

And fiercely ey'd me as his destin'd quarry.

My jav'lin swift I threw, but o'er his head

It erring pass'd, and harmless in the air

Spent all its force; my falchin then I seiz'd,

Advancing to attack my ireful foe,

When furiously the savage sprung upon me,

And tore me to the ground; my treach'rous blade

Above my hand snap'd short, and left me quite

Defenceless to his rage; Arsaces then,

Hearing the din, flew like some pitying pow'r,

And quickly freed me from the Monster's paws,

Drenching his bright lance in his spotted breast.

. How diff'rent he from arrogant Vardanes?

That haughty Prince eyes with a stern contempt

All other Mortals, and with lofty mien

He treads the earth as tho' he were a God.

Nay, I believe that his ambitious soul,

Had it but pow'r to its licentious wishes,

Would dare dispute with Jove the rule of heav'n;

Like a Titanian son with giant insolence.

Match with the Gods, and wage immortal war,

'Til their red wrath should hurl him headlong down,

E'en to destruction's lowest pit of horror.

. Methinks he wears not that becoming joy

Which on this bright occasion gilds the court;

His brow's contracted with a gloomy frown,

Pensive he stalks along, and seems a prey

To pining discontent.

. Arsaces he dislikes,

For standing 'twixt him, and the hope of Empire;

While Envy, like a rav'nous Vulture tears

His canker'd heart, to see your Brother's triumph.

. And yet Vardanes owes that hated Brother

As much as I; 't was summer last, as we

Were bathing in Euphrates' flood, Vardanes

Proud of strength would seek the further shore;

But ere he the mid-stream gain'd, a poignant pain

Shot thro' his well-strung nerves, contracting all,

And the stiff joints refus'd their wonted aid.

Loudly he cry'd for help, Arsaces heard.

And thro' the swelling waves he rush'd to save

His drowning Brother, and gave him life,

And for the boon the Ingrate pays him hate.

. There 's something in the wind, for I' ve observ'd

Of late he much frequents the Queen's apartment,

And fain would court her favour, wild is she

To gain revenge for fell Vonones' death,

And firm resolves the ruin of Arsaces.

Because that fill'd with filial piety,

To save his Royal Sire, he struck the bold

Presumptuous Traitor dead; nor heeds she

The hand which gave her Liberty, nay rais'd her

Again to Royalty.

. Ingratitude,

Thou hell-born fiend, how horrid is thy form!

The Gods sure let thee loose to scourge mankind,

And save them from an endless waste of thunder.

. Yet I 've beheld this now so haughty Queen,

Bent with distress, and e'en by pride forsook,

When following thy Sire's triumphant car.

Her tears and ravings mov'd the senseless herd,

And pity blest their more than savage breasts,

With the short pleasure of a moment's softness.

Thy Father, conquer'd by her charms, (for what