Phraates.

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

Can charm like mourning beauty), soon struck off

Her chains, and rais'd her to his bed and throne.

Adorn'd the brows of her aspiring Son,[Pg 33]

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The fierce Vonones, with the regal crown

Of rich Armenia, once the happy rule

Of Tisaphernes, her deceased Lord.

Gotarzes.

Gotarzes.

And he in wasteful war return'd his thanks,

Refus'd the homage he had sworn to pay,

And spread Destruction ev'ry where around,

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