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e fifteen times has wasted all her brightness, Since first I knew to love; 'twas on that day When curs'd Vonones fell upon the plain, The lovely Victor doubly conquer'd me. CLEONE. Forgive my boldness, Madam, if I ask What chance first gave you to Vonones' pow'r? Curiosity thou know'st is of our sex. EVANTHE. That is a task will wake me to new sorrows, Yet thou attend, and I will tell thee all. Arabia gave me birth, my father held Great Offices at Court, and was reputed Brave, wise and loyal, by his Prince belov'd. Oft has he led his conqu'ring troops, and forc'd From frowning victory her awful honours. In infancy I was his only treasure, On me he wasted all his store of fondness. Oh! I could tell thee of his wond'rous goodness, His more than father's love and tenderness. But thou wouldst jeer, and say the tale was trifling; So did he dote upon me, for in childhood My infant charms, and artless innocence Blest his fond age, and won on ev'ry heart. But, oh! from this sprung ev'ry future ill, This fatal beauty was the source of all. CLEONE. 'Tis often so, for beauty is a flow'r That tempts the hand to pluck it. EVANTHE. Full three times Has scorching summer fled from cold winter's Ruthless blasts, as oft again has spring In sprightly youth drest nature in her beauties, Since bathing in Niphates'[5] silver stream, Attended only by one fav'rite maid; As we were sporting on the wanton waves, Swift from the wood a troop of horsemen rush'd, Rudely they seiz'd, and bore me trembling off, In vain Edessa with her shrieks assail'd The heav'ns, for heav'n was deaf to both our pray'rs. The wretch whose insolent embrace confin'd me (Like thunder bursting on the guilty soul), With curs'd Vonones' voice pour'd in my ears A hateful tale of love; for he it seems Had seen me at Arabia's royal court, And took those means to force me to his arms. CLEONE. Perhaps you may gain something from the Captives Of your lost Parents. EVANTHE. This I meant to try, Soon as the night hides Nature in her darkness, Veil'd in the gloom we'll steal into their prison. But, oh! perhaps e'en now my aged Sire May 'mongst the slain lie welt'ring on the field, Pierc'd like a riddle through with num'rous wounds, While parting life is quiv'ring on his lips, He may perhaps be calling on his Evanthe. Yes, ye great Pow'rs who boast the name of mercy, Ye have deny'd me
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