Zen. Your cares for me denote a heart that feels For others woes.- -Methinks with strength renew'd I could adventure forth again. 2d Atten. 'T were best Repose your wearied spirits---we will seek Yon rising ground, and bring the swiftest tidings Of all the mingled tumult. Zen. Go, my virgins; Watch well each movement of the marshall'd field; Zel. And will you thus, Be doom'd for ever, Ariana, thus A willing prey to visionary ills The self-consuming votarist of care? Zen. Alas! I'm doom'd to weep---the wrath of Heaven With inexhausted vengeance follows still, And each day comes with aggravated woes. Zel. Yet when Iberia's king, when Pharasmanes, With all a lover's fondness Zen. Name him not! Name not a monster horrible with blood, The widows, orphans, and the virgin's tears I Zen. That pride is virtue; virtue that abhors The tyrant reeking from a brother's murder! Oh! Mithridates! ever honour'd shade! -Peaceful he reign'd, dispensing good around him, Nor sacred laws, nor the just gods restrain him: Zel. Yet wherefore open Afresh the wounds, which time long since hath clos'd? Of Rhadamistus !---Mithridates' choice, That call'd him to his daughter's nuptial bed, Approv'd him lineal heir ;---consenting nobles, Made war, unnatural war, against a son, Zel. Can Ariana plead For such a son ?---means she to varnish o'er The guilt of Rhadamistus? Zen. Guilt, Zelmira! Zel. Guilt that shoots horror through my aching heart! Poor lost Zenobia! Zen. And do her misfortunes Awaken tender pity in your breast? Zel. Ill-fated princess! in her vernal bloom By a false husband murder'd!---from the stem A rose-bud torn, and in some desert cave Thrown by to moulder into silent dust !. Zen. You knew not Rhadamistus !---Pharasmanes The world delighted saw each dawning virtue, Oh! he was all the fondest maid could wish, Yet from his empire thrown! with merciless fury Zel. Those strong impassion d looks !---Some fatal secret Works in her heart, and melts her into tears. [Aside. No means of flight, aghast he look’d around- Zel. This wondrous tale---this sudden burst of passion Zen. Ha!---whither has my frenzy led me ?—hark! That sound of triumph !—lost, for ever lost! Ruin'd Armenia -Oh! devoted race! [A flourish of trumpets. TIGRANES, Soldiers, and some Prisoners, enter. Zen. Thy looks, Tigranes, indicate thy purpose! The armies met, and Pharasmanes conquer'd; Is it not so? Tig. As yet with pent up fury The soldier pants to let destruction loose. Of havock in that scene of blood and horror, Tig. With cautious eye as I explor'd the forest, Which rises thick near yonder ridge of mountains, And stretches o'er the interminable plain, I saw these captives in the gloomy wood, They suffer death in misery of torment. Zen. Unhappy men !—and must they- -ha!that face, That aged mien !-that venerable form!— Immortal pow'rs!—is it my more than father?— Meg. Ariana here! C |