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That shout proclaims

Arsaces' near approach.

Peace, prithee, peace,

Wilt thou still shock me with that hated sound,

And grate harsh discord in my offended ear?

If thou art fond of echoing the name,

Join with the servile croud, and hail his triumph.

I hail him? By our glorious shining God,

I'd sooner lose my speech, and all my days

In silence rest, conversing with my thoughts,

Than hail Arsaces.

Yet, again his name,

Sure there is magic in it, Parthia's drunk

And giddy with the joy; the houses' tops

With gaping spectators are throng'd, nay wild

They climb such precipices that the eye

Is dazzl'd with their daring; ev'ry wretch

Who long has been immur'd, nor dar'd enjoy

The common benefits of sun and air,

Creeps from his lurking place; e'en feeble age,

Long to the sickly couch confin'd, stalks forth,

And with infectious breath assails the Gods.

O! curse the name, the idol of their joy.

And what's that name, that thus they should disturb

The ambient air, and weary gracious heav'n

With ceaseless bellowings? Vardanes sounds

With equal harmony, and suits as well

The loud repeated shouts of noisy joy.

Can he bid Chaos Nature's rule dissolve,

Can he deprive mankind of light and day,

And turn the Seasons from their destin'd course?

Say, can he do all this, and be a God?

If not, what is his matchless merit? What dares he,

Vardanes dares not? blush not, noble Prince,

For praise is merit's due, and I will give it;

E'en 'mid the croud which waits thy Brother's smile,

I'd loud proclaim the merit of Vardanes.

Forbear this warmth, your friendship urges far.

Yet know your love shall e'er retain a place

In my remembrance. There is something here —

Another time and I will give thee all;

But now, no more. —

You may command my services,

I'm happy to obey. Of late your Brother

Delights in hind'ring my advancement,

And ev'ry boaster's rais'd above my merit,

Barzaphernes alone commands his ear,

His oracle in all.

I hate Arsaces,

Tho' he's my Mother's son, and churchmen say

There's something sacred in the name of Brother.

My soul endures him not, and he's the bane

Of all my hopes of greatness. Like the sun

He rules the day, and like the night's pale Queen,

My fainter beams are lost when he appears.

And this because he came into the world,

A moon or two before me: What's the diff'rence,

That he alone should shine in Empire's seat?

I am not apt to trumpet forth my praise,

Or highly name myself, but this I'll speak,

To him in ought, I'm not the least inferior.

Ambition, glorious fever! mark of Kings,

Gave me immortal thirst and rule of Empire.

Why lag'd my tardy soul, why droop'd the wing,

Nor forward springing, shot before his speed

To seize the prize? – 'Twas Empire – Oh! 'twas Empire —

Yet, I must think that of superior mould

Your soul was form'd, fit for a heav'nly state,

And left reluctant its sublime abode,

And painfully obey'd the dread command,

When Jove's controuling fate forc'd it below.

His soul was earthly, and it downward mov'd,

Swift as to the center of attraction.

It might be so – But I've another cause

To hate this Brother, ev'ry way my rival;

In love as well as glory he's above me;

I dote on fair Evanthe, but the charmer

Disdains my ardent suit, like a miser

He treasures up her beauties to himself:

Thus is he form'd to give me torture ever. —

But hark, they've reach'd the Temple,

Didst thou observe the croud, their eagerness,

Each put the next aside to catch a look,

Himself was elbow'd out? – Curse, curse their zeal —

Stupid folly!

I'll tell thee, Lysias,

This many-headed monster multitude,

Unsteady is as giddy fortune's wheel,

As woman fickle, varying as the wind;

To-day they this way course, the next they veer,

And shift another point, the next another.

Curiosity's another name for man,

The blazing meteor streaming thro' the air

Commands our wonder, and admiring eyes,

With eager gaze we trace the lucent path,

'Til spent at length it shrinks to native nothing.

While the bright stars which ever steady glow,

Unheeded shine, and bless the world below.