Now proud Arabia dreads her destin'd chains,

While shame and rout disperses all her sons.

Barzaphernes pursues the fugitives,

The few whom fav'ring Night redeem'd from slaughter;

Swiftly they fled, for fear had wing'd their speed,

And made them bless the shade which saf'ty gave.

Phraates.

Phraates.

What a bright hope is ours, when those dread pow'rs

Who rule yon heav'n, and guide the mov'ments here,

Shall call your royal Father to their joys:

In blest Arsaces ev'ry virtue meets;

He's gen'rous, brave, and wise, and good,

Has skill to act, and noble fortitude

To face bold danger, in the battle firm,

And dauntless as a Lion fronts his foe.

Yet is he sway'd by ev'ry tender passion,

Forgiving mercy, gentleness and love;

Which speak the Hero friend of humankind.

Gotarzes.

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