Chapter 29

ARSACES [_alone_].

Oh!--horror!--on the ground she breathless lies, Silent, in death's cold sleep; the wall besmear'd With brains and gore, the marks of her despair. O guilt! how dreadful dost thou ever shew! How lovely are the charms of innocence! How beauteous tho' in sorrows and distress!-- Ha!--what noise?-- [_Clashing of swords._