But hark, the music strikes, the rites begin,

And, see, the doors are op'ning.

Evanthe.

Evanthe.

Let's retire;

My heart is now too full to meet him here,

Fly swift ye hours, till in his arms I'm prest,

And each intruding care is hush'd to rest.

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Scene V.

Scene

The Scene draws and discovers, in the inner part of the Temple, a large image of the Sun, with an altar before it. Around Priests and Attendants. 

King, Arsaces, Vardanes, Gotarzes, Phraates, Lysias, with Bethas in chains.

King, Arsaces, Vardanes, Gotarzes, Phraates, Lysias,

Bethas

Hymn.

Hymn.

Parent of Light, to thee belong

Our grateful tributary songs;

Each thankful voice to thee shall rise,

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