Vardanes.
Curs'd be the multitude which o'erpow'r'd me,
And beat me to the ground, cover'd with wounds—
But, oh! 'tis done! my ebbing life is done—
I feel death's hand upon me—Yet, I die
Just as I wish, and daring for a crown,
Life without rule is my disdain; I scorn
To swell a haughty Brother's sneaking train,
To wait upon his ear with flatt'ring tales,
And court his smiles; come, death, in thy cold arms,
Let me forget Ambition's mighty toil,
And shun the triumphs of a hated Brother—
O! bear me off—Let not his eyes enjoy
My agonies—My sight grows dim with death.
[They bear him off.
Scene (the Last).
Arsaces, Gotarzes, Barzaphernes, and Evanthe supported.
Evanthe.
Lead me, oh! lead me, to my lov'd Arsaces.
Where is he?—
Arsaces.
Ha! what's this?—Just heav'ns!—my fears—
Evanthe.