But, I've another Brother, where's Vardanes?[Pg 47]

[Pg 47]

King.

King.

Ha! what, methinks, he lurks behind the croud,

And wears a gloom which suits not with the time.

Vardanes.

Vardanes.

Doubt not my Love, tho' I lack eloquence,

To dress my sentiments and catch the ear,

Tho' plain my manners, and my language rude,

My honest heart disdains to wear disguise.

Then think not I am slothful in the race,

Or, that my Brother springs before my Love.

Arsaces.

Arsaces.

Far be suspicion from me.

Vardanes.

Vardanes.

So, 'tis done,

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