My royal Lady,

Chace hence these passions.

Queen.

Queen.

Peace, forever peace,

Have I not cause to hate this homicide?

'Twas by his cursed hand Vonones fell,

Yet fell not as became his gallant spirit,

Not by the warlike arm of chief renown'd,

But by a youth, ye Gods, a beardless stripling,

Stab'd by his dastard falchin from behind;

For well I know he fear'd to meet Vonones,

As princely warriors meet with open daring,

But shrunk amidst his guards, and gave him death,

When faint with wounds, and weary with the fight.

Edessa.

Edessa.

With anguish I have heard his hapless fate,

And mourn'd in silence for the gallant Prince.

Queen.

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