SCENE I. The Temple of the Sun.
GOTARZES and PHRAATES.
GOTARZES.
He comes, Arsaces comes, my gallant Brother
(Like shining Mars in all the pomp of conquest)
Triumphant enters now our joyful gates;
Bright Victory waits on his glitt’ring car,
And shews her fav’rite to the wond’ring croud;
While Fame exulting sounds the happy name
To realms remote, and bids the world admire.
Oh! ’tis a glorious day: let none presume
T’indulge the tear, or wear the gloom of sorrow;
This day shall shine in Ages yet to come,
And grace the Parthian story.
SCENE I. The Temple of the Sun.GOTARZES and PHRAATES.GOTARZES.He comes, Arsaces comes, my gallant Brother(Like shining Mars in all the pomp of conquest)Triumphant enters now our joyful gates;Bright Victory waits on his glitt’ring car,And shews her fav’rite to the wond’ring croud;While Fame exulting sounds the happy nameTo realms remote, and bids the world admire.Oh! ’tis a glorious day: let none presumeT’indulge the tear, or wear the gloom of sorrow;This day shall shine in Ages yet to come,And grace the Parthian story.
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