A king in all but name, such reverence

His citizens accord him. Were it not well

The Prince Asander should contract himself

In marriage to this girl, and take the strength

Of Cherson for her dowry, and the power

Of their strong fleets and practised arms to thrust

The invading savage backward?

King.

Nay, my lord;

No more of this, I pray. There is no tribe

Of all the blighting locust swarms of war,

Which sweep our wasted fields, I would not rather

Take to my heart and cherish than these vipers.

Dost thou forget, my lord, how of old time,

In the brave days of good Sauromatus,

These venomous townsmen, shamelessly allied

With the barbarian hosts, brought us to ruin;

Or, with the failing force of Cæsar leagued,

By subtle devilish enginery of war,

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