Proud Lysias with him, he whose soul is harsh

With jarring discord. Nought but madding rage,

And ruffian-like revenge his breast can know,

Indeed to gain a point he'll condescend

To mask the native rancour of his heart,

And smooth his venom'd tongue with flattery.

Assiduous now he courts Vardanes' friendship,

See, how he seems to answer all his gloom,

And give him frown for frown.

Gotarzes.

Gotarzes.

Let us retire,

And shun them now; I know not what it means,

But chilling horror shivers o'er my limbs,

When Lysias I behold.—

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Scene II. Vardanes and Lysias.

Scene

Vardanes

Lysias

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