Vardanes.

Vardanes.

E'en such a night, dreadful as this, they say,

My teeming Mother gave me to the world.

Whence by those sages who, in knowledge rich,

Can pry into futurity, and tell

What distant ages will produce of wonder,

My days were deem'd to be a hurricane;

My early life prov'd their prediction false;

Beneath a sky serene my voyage began,

But, to this long uninterrupted calm,

Storms shall succeed.[Pg 50]

[Pg 50]

Lysias.

Lysias.

Then haste, to raise the tempest;

My soul disdains this one eternal round,

Where each succeeding day is like the former.

Trust me, my noble Prince, here is a heart

Steady and firm to all your purposes,

 Prev. P 52/187 next