That he, with winning Charms, might court the _Jew_, And draw your fickle Subjects hearts from you. Alas! already they of you Complain. And are grown sick of your too peaceful Reign, Their Lusts grown high, they are debauch'd with Grace, And like unfrozen Snakes fly in your Face. These men who now pretend to give you Law, Stood of the Tyrant _Zabed_'s power in awe; He made them crouch who scorn'd a Prince's sway, And forc'd them, like dull slaves, his power obey. Of _Israel_, and of _Juda_'s Tribe you spring, A Lion is the Ensign of a King, Rouse up your self, in mildness sleep no more, And make them tremble at your princely roar: Appear like _Jove_ with Thunder in your hand, And let the Slaves your power understand; Strike but the sinning Princes Down to Hell, The rest will worship you, and ne'r rebel. Thus these rash Men with their bad Counsels strove, To turn to hate good _Amazia_'s Love. A Prince to Mercy naturally inclin'd, } Not apt to fear, nor of a Jealous Mind, } Thought no Man e'r against his Life design'd, } But these with Art did dangers represent, And Plots they fram'd the People never meant. Each Mole hill they a Mountain did create, And sought to fright him with his Fathers Fate. _Hushai_ at last was to a Prison sent, As a false Traitor to the Government. Loud murmurs then possest the troubled _Jews_, Who were surprised at the fatal News; His Wisdom they believed their chief support, Against the evil Instruments at Court; Nor, by his Actions, did they ever find, He bore a Trait'rous, or a factious Mind: And now they thought themselves expos'd to all The Arts, and Plots of the hid friends to _Baal_. Troubled, and discontented, at the last, Their Eyes upon the noble Prince they cast. Who fearing lest their discontent and rage, Should them, to some rebellious Crime ingage, Both for his Fathers, and his Countries sake, The murmuring People sought more calm to make. With a sweet Air, and with a graceful look, He did command their silence, e'er he spoke. Then thus he said, and though his words were few, They fell like Manna, or the Hony Dew;