And turn the Seasons from their destin'd course?

Say, can he do all this, and be a God?[Pg 35]

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If not, what is his matchless merit? What dares he,

Vardanes dares not? blush not, noble Prince,

For praise is merit's due, and I will give it;

E'en 'mid the croud which waits thy Brother's smile,

I'd loud proclaim the merit of Vardanes.

Vardanes.

Vardanes.

Forbear this warmth, your friendship urges far.

Yet know your love shall e'er retain a place

In my remembrance. There is something here—

Another time and I will give thee all;

But now, no more.—

Lysias.

Lysias.

You may command my services,

I'm happy to obey. Of late your Brother

Delights in hind'ring my advancement,

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