Thus would I have it; let no Eye be dry
No Heart unmov'd, let every Bosom swell
With Sighs and Groans. What Shouting do I hear?
[A shouting without, repeated several times.
Tenesco.
It is the Shout of Warriors from the Battle;
The Sound of Victory and great Success.
[He goes to listen to it.
Ponteach.
Such is the State of Men and human Things;
We weep, we smile, we mourn, and laugh thro' Life,
Here falls a Blessing, there alights a Curse,
As the good Genius or the evil reigns.
It's right it should be so. Should either conquer,
The World would cease, and Mankind be undone
By constant Frowns or Flatteries from Fate;
This constant Mixture makes the Potion safe,
And keeps the sickly Mind of Man in Health.
Enter Chekitan.
It is my Son. What has been your Success?
Chekitan.