And here's a hand that knows to execute

Whate'er designs thy daring breast can form,

Nor ever shake with fear.

Vardanes.

Vardanes.

And I will use it,

Come to my bosom, let me place thee here,

How happy am I clasping so much virtue!

Now, by the light, it is my firm belief,

One mighty soul in common swells our bosoms,

Such sameness can't be match'd in diff'rent beings.

Lysias.

Lysias.

Your confidence, my Lord, much honours me,

And when I act unworthy of your love

May I be hooted from Society,

As tho' disgraceful to the human kind,

And driv'n to herd among the savage race.

Vardanes.

Vardanes.

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