Chapter 38

_ARSACES, GOTARZES, BARZAPHERNES and OFFICERS, with VARDANES and LYSIAS, prisoners._

ARSACES.

Thanks to the ruling pow'rs who blest our arms, Prepare the sacrifices to the Gods, And grateful songs of tributary praise.-- Gotarzes, fly, my Brother, find Evanthe, And bring the lovely mourner to my arms.

GOTARZES.

Yes, I'll obey you, with a willing speed. [_Exit GOTARZES._

ARSACES.

Thou, Lysias, from yon tow'r's aspiring height Be hurl'd to death, thy impious hands are stain'd With royal blood--Let the traitor's body Be giv'n to hungry dogs.

LYSIAS.

Welcome, grim death!-- I've fed thy maw with Kings, and lack no more Revenge--Now, do thy duty, Officer.

OFFICER.

Yea, and would lead all traitors gladly thus,-- The boon of their deserts.