What King can boast, to-morrow as to-day,

Thus, happy will I reign? The rising sun

May view him seated on a splendid throne,

And, setting, see him shake the servile chain.

Scene VI.

Scene VI.

King, Arsaces, Vardanes, Gotarzes, Phraates.

King, Arsaces, Vardanes, Gotarzes, Phraates.

Gotarzes.

Gotarzes.

Thus let me hail thee from the croud distinct,

For in the exulting voice of gen'ral joy

My fainter sounds were lost, believe me, Brother,

My soul dilates with joy to see thee thus.

Arsaces.

Arsaces.

Thus let me thank thee in this fond embrace.

Vardanes.

Vardanes.

The next will be my turn, Gods, I had rather

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