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And bend its course to where a stately pine

Behind the garden stood, quickly it seiz'd,

And wrapt it in a fiery fold, the trunk

Was shiver'd into atoms, and the branches

Off were lopt, and wildly scatter'd round.

. Why rage the elements, they are not curs'd

Like me? Evanthe frowns not angry on them,

The wind may play upon her beauteous bosom

Nor fear her chiding, light can bless her sense,

And in the floating mirror she beholds

Those beauties which can fetter all mankind.

Earth gives her joy, she plucks the fragrant rose,

Pleas'd takes its sweets, and gazes on its bloom.

. My Lord, forget her, tear her from your breast.

Who, like the Phœnix gazes on the sun,

And strives to soar up to the glorious blaze,

Should never leave Ambition's brightest object,

To turn, and view the beauties of a flow'r.

. O, Lysias, chide no more, for I have done.

Yes, I 'll forget this proud disdainful beauty;

Hence, with vain love— Ambition, now, alone,

Shall guide my actions, since mankind delights

To give me pain, I 'll study mischief too,

And shake the earth, e'en like this raging tempest.

. A night like this, so dreadful to behold,

Since my remembrance's birth, I never saw.

. E'en such a night, dreadful as this, they say,

My teeming Mother gave me to the world.

Whence by those sages who, in knowledge rich,

Can pry into futurity, and tell

What distant ages will produce of wonder,

My days were deem'd to be a hurricane;

My early life prov'd their prediction false;

Beneath a sky serene my voyage began,

But, to this long uninterrupted calm,

Storms shall succeed.

. Then haste, to raise the tempest;

My soul disdains this one eternal round,

Where each succeeding day is like the former.

Trust me, my noble Prince, here is a heart

Steady and firm to all your purposes,

And here's a hand that knows to execute

Whate'er designs thy daring breast can form,

Nor ever shake with fear.

. And I will use it,

Come to my bosom, let me place thee here,

How happy am I clasping so much virtue!

Now, by the light, it is my firm belief,

One mighty soul in common swells our bosoms,

Such sameness can't be match'd in diff'rent beings.

. Your confidence, my Lord, much honours me,

And when I act unworthy of your love

May I be hooted from Society,

As tho' disgraceful to the human kind,

And driv'n to herd among the savage race.

. Believe me, Lysias, I do not know

A single thought which tends toward suspicion,

For well I know thy worth, when I affront it,

By the least doubt, may I be ever curs'd

With faithless friends, and by his dagger fall

Whom my deluded wishes most would favour.

. Then let's no longer trifle time away,

I 'm all impatience till I see thy brows

Bright in the glories of a diadem;

My soul is fill'd with anguish when I think

That by weak Princes worn, 't is thus disgrac'd.

Haste, mount the throne, and, like the morning Sun,

Chace with your piercing beams those mists away,

Which dim the glory of the Parthian state:

Each honest heart desires it, numbers there are

Ready to join you, and support your cause,