The stern Vonones ne'er could boast a merit
But loving her.
King.
Ah! curse the hated name—
Yes, I remember when the fell ruffian
Directed all his fury at my life;
Then sent, by pitying heav'n, t' assert the right
Of injur'd Majesty, thou, Arsaces,
Taught him the duty he ne'er knew before,
And laid the Traitor dead.
Arsaces.
My Royal Sire!
Lysias.
My Liege, the Prince still kneels.
King.
Ha!—rebel, off—
[Strikes him.