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. Oh! fly my Prince, for safety dwells not here,

Hence let me urge thy flight with eager haste.

Last night thy Father sigh'd his soul to bliss,

Base murther'd—

. Murther'd? ye Gods!—

. Alas! 't is true.

Stabb'd in his slumber by a traitor's hand;

I scarce can speak it—horror choaks my words—

Lysias it was who did the damned deed,

Urg'd by the bloody Queen, and his curs'd rage,

Because the King, thy Sire, in angry mood,

Once struck him on his foul dishonest cheek.

Suspicion gave me fears of this, when first

I heard, the Prince, Arsaces, was imprison'd,

By fell Vardanes' wiles.

. Oh! horror! horror!

Hither I came to share my Brother's sorrows,

To mingle tears, and give him sigh for sigh;

But this is double, double weight of woe.

. 'T is held as yet a secret from the world.

Frighted by hideous dreams I shook off sleep,

And as I mus'd the garden walks along,

Thro' the deep gloom, close in a neighb'ring walk,

Vardanes with proud Lysias I beheld,

Still eager in discourse they saw not me,

For yet the early dawn had not appear'd;

I sought a secret stand, where hid from view,

I heard stern Lysias, hail the Prince Vardanes

As Parthia's dreaded Lord!—Tis done", he cry'd,

Tis done, and Artabanus is no more.

"The blow he gave me is repay'd in blood;

"Now shall the morn behold two rising suns:

"Vardanes, thou, our better light, shalt bring

"Bright day and joy to ev'ry heart."

. Why slept

Your vengeance, oh! ye righteous Gods?

. Then told

A tale, so fill'd with bloody circumstance,

Of this damn'd deed, that stiffen'd me with horror.

Vardanes seem'd to blame the hasty act,

As rash, and unadvis'd, by passion urg'd,

Which never yields to cool reflection's place.

But, being done, resolv'd it secret, least

The multitude should take it in their wise

Authority to pry into his death.

Arsaces was, by assassination,

Doom'd to fall. Your name was mention'd also—

But hurried by my fears away, I left

The rest unheard—

. What can be done?— Reflection, why wilt thou

Forsake us, when distress is at our heels?

Phraates, help me, aid me with thy council.

. Then stay not here, fly to Barzaphernes,

His conqu'ring troops are at a trivial distance;

Soon will you reach the camp; he lov'd your Brother,

And your Father with affection serv'd; haste

Your flight, whilst yet I have the city-guard,

For Lysias, I expect, takes my command.

I to the camp dispatch'd a trusty slave,

Before the morn had spread her blushing veil.

Away, you 'll meet the Gen'ral on the road,

On such a cause as this he 'll not delay.

. I thank your love—

I 'll wait behind, my stay

May aid the cause; dissembling I must learn,

Necessity shall teach me how to vary

My features to the looks of him I serve.

I 'll thrust myself disguis'd among the croud,