Enter KING and MERES. King. Araxes here? In every place he crosses me, Meres, you know not how I hate that youth: Meres. But send him to the wars-if he return, E'en in your palace let him act his treasons. King. Observe you his distracted mien? our plot Holds well-these honors raise the boy to madness! The people idolize a feather, trust me. Meres. Their adorations should be fed with change. King. My faithful Meres, oh were mighty kings Serv'd as by you, an empire were a pastime : Meres. Picture, great king? not I-I've heard it said He close resembles that of the late king: King. Does he resemble this? (Shewing a miniature.) Meres. You mock your slave: It is Araxes' self: King. There strikes the thunderbolt--'tis right, right, Meres: 1 (Aside) The very picture Ninus gave my wife On her first marriage. Meres. Your majesty? King. A sudden pang just shot across my brow: 'Tis past now may his king accost this man? This living principle, this very life, Shall unimpeded by the body stand Naked and bare, before that awful judge, On that quick essence, which must be all anguish, If anguish is it's due, or joy if joy : The sentence shall be heard for justice' sake Then virtue in it's proper strength shall stand, Or will this goodly frame burst from the ties King. Break off, Araxes And mark who interrupts this homily: Arax. Sir, I was dwelling on a heav'nly theme, And when the soul is full of meditation, On points connected with a blest hereafter, To bow the knee to earthly pageantry. Your pardon, mighty sir-this absent mood 'Twas my misfortune from my boyish years, King. You are prepar'd for war! we shall exalt you To a command, shall give your talents scope: Arax. Believe me, sire! whene'er I meet the foe Of Babylon, my arm knows no repose: King. Enough! prepare we your commission, lord! Then to the camp with all the speed you may. Meres. And to return, great in the warrior's fame, 'Mid the fond rapture of applauding nations. Exeunt. Arax. Not in the camp I meet my bitterest foe, Not there I find my country's deadliest scourge: Guard me, just heav'n, with thy shelt'ring care, Protect me, holy Oroes, with thy counsel. Exit. SCENE II.-The vestibule of the Temple. Enter MITRANES. Mit. Ere this the great Araxes knows his fate: Great! 'tis a name pre-eminently his! What feeling 'tis that binds me to this man, By sacred ties no other friendship owns, I know not-but were he my king confest, Scarce could his virtues force a humbler homage. Enter ARAXES from the interior of the Temple. Mit. My friend! Arax. The day is festival, Mitranes! Assur is at his prayers-thanking the gods! Mit. For your great actions, that augment his power! Arax. There is the cause, and in that cause, Whate'er is whisper'd in the general ear, Mit. How? Arax. Holy father Oroes said, beware: I will beware: yet is't not strange, Mitranes, Nature and fortune should so ill agree, That no distinction marks out man from man, But by these wretched baubles ?-(pointing to his order of nobility) nay, it happens, The two blind goddesses shall act inversely, And hence the peasant rise above the lord: Nor should we wonder, when a monarch's son, Himself, by right indisputable, king, Walks his own capital, unknown, unhonor'd, Receiving daily news from rude mechanics. Mit. You speak enigmas! oh! be plain with me! Araxes, we have liv'd and fought together, course: |