While on the slaughter'd heaps himself did rise,
In pyramids of conquest to the skies.
The gods all hail'd, and fain would have him stay;
But your bright charms have call'd him thence away.
Queen. This does my utmost indignation raise:
You are too pertly lavish in his praise.
Leave me for ever! [Tatlanthe kneeling.
Tat. Oh! what shall I say?
Do not, great queen, your anger thus display!