And vext with anguish of neglecting scorn;

May tort'ring hope present the flowing cup,

Then hasty snatch it from his eager thirst,

And when he dies base treach'ry be the means.

Edessa.

Edessa.

Oh! calm your spirits.

Queen.

Queen.

Yes, I'll now be calm,

Calm as the sea when the rude waves are laid,

And nothing but a gentle swell remains;

My curse is heard, and I shall have revenge;

There's something here which tells me 'twill be so,

And peace resumes her empire o'er my breast.

Vardanes is the Minister of Vengeance;

Fir'd by ambition, he aspiring seeks

T'adorn his brows with Parthia's diadem;

I've fann'd the fire, and wrought him up to fury,

Envy shall urge him forward still to dare,

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