E'en such a night, dreadful as this, they say, My teeming Mother gave me to the world. Whence by those sages who, in knowledge rich, Can pry into futurity, and tell What distant ages will produce of wonder, My days were deem'd to be a hurricane; My early life prov'd their prediction false; Beneath a sky serene my voyage began, But, to this long uninterrupted calm, Storms shall succeed. LYSIAS. Then haste, to raise the tempest; My soul disdains this one eternal round, Where each succeeding day is like the former. Trust me, my noble Prince, here is a heart Steady and firm to all your purposes, And here's a hand that knows to execute Whate'er designs thy daring breast can form, Nor ever shake with fear. VARDANES. And I will use it, Come to my bosom, let me place thee here, How happy am I clasping so much virtue! Now, by the light, it is my firm belief, One mighty soul in common swells our bosoms, Such sameness can't be match'd in diff'rent beings. LYSIAS. Your confidence, my Lord, much honours me, And when I act unworthy of your love May I be hooted from Society, As tho' disgraceful to the human kind, And driv'n to herd among the savage race. VARDANES. Believe me, Lysias, I do not know A single thought which tends toward suspicion, For well I know thy worth, when I affront it, By the least doubt, may I be ever curs'd With faithless friends, and by his dagger fall Whom my deluded wishes most would favour. LYSIAS. Then let's no longer trifle time away, I'm all impatience till I see thy brows Bright in the glories of a diadem; My soul is fill'd with anguish when I think That by weak Princes worn, 'tis thus disgrac'd. Haste, mount the throne, and, like the morning Sun, Chace with your piercing beams those mists away, Which dim the glory of the Parthian state: Each honest heart desires it, numbers there are Ready to join you, and support your cause, Against th' opposing faction. VARDANES. Sure some God, Bid you thus call me to my dawning honours, And joyful I obey the pleasing summons. Now by the pow'rs of heav'n, of earth and hell, Most solemnly I swear, I will not know That quietude which I was wont to know, 'Til I have climb'd the height of all my wishes, Or fell, from glory, to the silent grave. LYSIAS. Nobly resolv'd, and spoken like Vardanes, There shone my Prince in his superior lustre. VARDANES.