Arsaces.

Oh! view me better,

Say, do I wear the gloomy ruffian's frown?

Bethas.

Bethas.

Ha! 'tis the gallant Prince, the brave Arsaces,

And Bethas' Conqueror.

Arsaces.

Arsaces.

And Bethas' friend,

A name I'm proud to wear.

Bethas.

Bethas.

Away—away—

Mock with your jester to divert the court,

Fit Scene for sportive joys and frolic mirth;

Think'st thou I lack that manly constancy

Which braves misfortune, and remains unshaken?

Are these, are these the emblems of thy friendship,

These rankling chains, say, does it gall like these?

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