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Is there no Samson here ? O that that there were!
In his full strength, and long enchanted hair;
This sword should be in the weak razor's stead;
It should not cu his hair off, but his head.'
Thus he blasphem'd aloud; the valleys round,
Flattering his voice, restor'd the dreadful sound:
We turn'd us trembling at the noise, and fear'd
We had behind some new Goliah heard.

'Twas Heaven, Heaven, sure, (which David's glory

meant

Through this whole act) such sacred terrour sent
To all our host; for there was Saul in place,
Who ne'er saw fear but in his enemies' face;
His god-like son there in bright armour shone,
Who scorn'd to conquer armies not alone:
Fate her own book mistrusted at the sight,
On that side war, on this a single fight.
There stood Benaiah, and there trembled too,
He who th' Egyptian proud Goliah slew ;
In his pale fright, rage through his eyes shot
flame,
[shame;
He saw his staff, and blush'd with generous
Thousands beside stood mute and heartless there,
Men valiant all; nor was I us'd to fear.
"Thus forty days he march'd down arm'd to
fight,

Once every morn he march'd, and once at night.
Slow rose the Sun, but gallop'd down apace,
With more than evening blushes in his face :
When Jesse to the camp young David sent;
His purpose low, but high was Fate's intent;
For, when the monster's pride he saw and heard,
Round him, he look'd, and wonder'd why they

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These to their just intentions strongly move,
But chiefly God, and his dear country's love.
Resolv'd for combat, to Saul's tent he's brought,
Where thus he spoke as boldly as he fought:
'Henceforth no more, great prince, your sacred
breast

With that huge talking wretch of Gath molest ;
This band alone shall end his cursed breath;
Fear not,the wretch blasphemes himself to death,
And, cheated with false weight of his own might,
Has challeng'd Heaven, not us to single fight.
Forbid it, God! that where thy right is try'd,
The strength of man should find just cause for
pride!

Firm like some rock, and vast, he seems to stand,
But rocks we know were op'd at thy command:
That soul, which now does such large members
sway,
[away;
Through one small wound will creep in haste
And he who now dares boldly Heaven defy,
To every bird of heaven a prey shall lie:
For 'tis not human force we ought to fear;
Did that, alas! plant our forefathers here?
Twice fifteen kings did they by that subdue?
By that whole nations of Goliahs slew?
The wonders they perform'd may still be done;
Moses and Joshua is, but God's not gone.
We 'ave lost their rod and trumpets, not their

skill; Prayers and belief are as strong witchcraft still:

These are more tall, more giants far, than he, Can reach to Heaven, and thence pluck victory. Count this, and then, sir, mine th' advantage is;

He 's stronger far than I, my God than his.'

Amazement seiz'd on all, and shame, to see Their own fears scorn'd by one so young as he. 'Brave youth,' replies the king, 'whose daring mind,

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Ere come to manhood, leaves it quite behind;
Reserve thy valour for more equal fight,
And let thy body grow up to thy sprite.
Thou 'rt yet too tender for so rude a foe,
Whose touch would wound thee more than him
thy blow:

Nature his limbs only for war made fit,

In thine, as yet, nought beside love she 'as writ.
With some less foe thy unflesh'd valour try;
This monster can be no first victory.
The lion's royal whelp does not at first
For blood of Basan bulls or tigers thirst;
In timorous deer he hansels his young paws,
And leaves the rugged bear for firmer claws.
So vast thy hopes, so unproportion'd be,
Fortune would be asham'd to second thee.'

"He said, and we all murmur'd an assent;
But nought mov'd David from his high intent.
It brave to him, and ominous, does appear,
To be oppos'd at first, and conquer here;
Which he resolves. 'Scorn not,' said he, 'inine age;
For victory comes not, like an heritage,
At set-years: -when my father's flock I fed,
A bear and lion, by fierce hunger led,
Broke from the wood and snatch'd my lambs
away;

From their grim mouths I forc'd the panting

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Who oft in weakness doth most strength descry-
At whose dread beck Conquest expecting stands,
And casts no look down on the fighters' hands-
Assist what thou inspir'st; and let all see,
As boys to giants, giants are to thee.'

"Thus, and with trembling hopes of strange
success,

In his own arms he the bold youth does dress. On's head an helm of well-wrought brass is plac'd,

The top with warlike plume severely grac'd;
His breast a plate cut with rare figures bore,
A sword much practis'd in Death's art he wore ;
Yet, David, us'd so long to no defence,
But those light arms of spirit and innocence,
No good in fight of that gay burthen knows,
But fears his own arms' weight more than his foes,
He lost himself in that disguise of war,
And guarded seems as men by prisons are;
He therefore, to exalt the wondrous sight,
Prepares now, and disarms himself for fight,
'Gainst shield, helm, breast plate; and instead
of those,

Five sharp smooth stones from the next brook he chose,

And fits them to his sling; then marches down;
For sword, his enemy's he esteem'd his own.
We all with various passions strangely gaz'd,
Some sad, some sham'd, some angry; all
amaz'd.

"Now in the valley he stands; through's youthful face

Wrath checks the beauty, and sheds manly grace,

Both in his looks so join'd that they might move
Fear ev'n in friends, and from an enemy love;
Hot as ripe noon, sweet as the blooming day,
Like July furious, but more fair than May.
Th' accurs'd Philistian stands on th' other side,
Grambling aloud, and smiles 'twixt rage and
pride.

"The plagues of Dagon! a smooth boy,' said he, A cursed beardless foe oppos'd to me!

Hell! with what arins (hence thou for d child) he's come!

Some friend his mother call to drive him home.
Not gone yet? if one minute more thou stay,
The birds of heaven shall bear thee dead away.
Gods! a curs'd boy !'-the rest then murmuring
out,

He walks and casts a deadly grin about.
David with cheerful anger in his eyes,
Advances boldly on and thus replies:

Thou com'st vain man! all arm'd into the field, And trustest those war toys, thy sword and shield:

Thy pride's my spear, thy blasphemics my sword;

My shield, thy Maker, fool! the mighty Lord
Of thee and battles; who hath sent forth me
Unarm'd thus, not to fight, but conquer thee.
In vain shall Dagon, thy false hope withstand;
In vain thy other god, thine own right hand :
Thy fall to man shall Heaven's strong justice
shew;

Wretch 'tis the only good that thou can'st

do.'

"He said; our host stood dully silent by; And durst not trust their ears against the eye; As much their champion's threats to him they fear'd,

As when the monster's threats to them they heard.
His flaming sword the enrag'd Philistian shakes,
And haste t' his ruin with loud curses makes;
Backwards the winds his active curses blew,
And fatally round his own head they flew :
For now from David's sling the stone is fled,
And strikes with joyful noise the monster's head;
It strook his forehead, and pierc'd deeply there,
As swiftly as it pierc'd before the air:
Down, down he falls, and bites in vain the
ground:

Blood, brain, and soul, croud mingled through the wound!

So a strong oak, which many years had stood With fair and flourishing boughs itself a woodThough it might long the axe's violence bear, And play'd with winds which other trees did tear

Yet by the thunder's stroke from th' root 'tis

rent

(So sure the blows that from high Heaven are sent!)

What tongue the joy and wonder can express, Which did that moment our whole host possess!

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Their jocund shouts th' air like a storm did tear,
Th' amazed clouds fled swift away with fear:
But far more swift th' accurs'd Philistines fly,
And, their ill fate to perfect, basely die.
With thousand corpse the ways around are
strown,

Till they by the day's flight secure their own. Now through the camp sounds nought but David's name,

All joys, of several stamp and colours, came From several passions: some his valour praise, Some his free speech, some the fair popular rays

Of youth, and beauty, and his modest guise; Gifts that mov'd all, but charm'd the female

eyes.

Some wonder, some, they thought 't would be so,

swear;

And some saw angels flying through the air:
The basest spirits cast back a crooked glance
On this great act, and fain would give 't to
Chance.

Women our host with songs and dances meet, With much joy Saul, David with more, they grect.

Hence the king's politic rage and envy flows, Which first he hides, and seeks his life t' ex

pose

To generous dangers, that his hate might clear,
And Fate or Chance the blame, nay David, bear.
So vain are man's designs! for Fate and Chance,
And Earth and Heaven, conspir'd to his advance;
His beauty, youth, courage, and wondrous wit,
In all mankind but Saul did love beget.
Not Saul's own house, not his own nearest blood,
The noble cause's sacred truth withstood.
You've met, no doubt, and kindly us'd, the
fame

Of God-like Jonathan's illustrious name;
A name which every wind to Heaven would bear,
Which men to speak and angels joy to hear.
No angel e'er bore to his brother mind
A kindness more exalted and refin'd,
Than his to David; which look'd nobly down,
And scorn'd the false alarums of a crown.
At Dammin field he stood, and from his place
Leap'd forth the wondrous conqueror to em-
brace;

On him his mantle, girdle, sword, and bow,
On him his heart and soul he did bestow :
Not all that Saul could threaten or persuade,
In this close knot the smallest looseness made.
Oft his wise care did the king's rage suspend;
His own life's danger shelter'd oft his friend;
Which he expos'd a sacrifice to fall
By th' undiscerning rage of furious Saul.
Nor was young David's active virtue grown
Strong and triumphant in one sex alone;
Imperious Beauty too it durst invade,
And deeper prints in the soft breast it made :
For there, t' Esteem and Friendship's graver

name,

Passion was pour'd, like bil into the flame.
Like two bright eyes in a fair body plac'd,
Saul's royal house two beauteous daughters
grac'd;

Merab the first, Michal the younger nam'd,
Both equally for different glories fam'd.
Merab with spacious beauty fill'd the sight,
But too much awe chastis'd the bold delight:

Like a calm sea, which to th' enlarged view Gives pleasure, but gives fear and reverence too. Michal's sweet looks clear and free joys did

move,

And no less strong, though much more gentle, love:

Like virtuous kings, whom men rejoice t' obey
(Tyrants themselves less absolute than they).
Merab appear'd like some fair princely tower;
Michal, some virgin-queen's delicious bower.
All Beauty's stores in little and in great;
But the contracted beams shot fiercest heat.
A clean and lively brown was Merab's dye,
Such as the prouder colours might envy :
Michal's pure skin shone with such taintless
white,

As scatter'd the weak rays of human sight;
Her lips and cheeks a nobler red did shew,
Than e'er on fruits or flowers Heaven's pencil
drew;

From Merab's eyes fierce and quick lightnings

came,

From Michal's, the Sun's mild, yet active, flame:
Merab's long hair was glossy chesnut brown;
Tresses of palest gold did Michal crown.
Such was their outward form; and one might find
A difference not unlike it in the mind.
Merab with comely majesty and state
Bore high th' advantage of her worth and fate;
Such humble sweetness did soft Michal show,
That none who reach so high e'er stoop'd so low.
Merab rejoic'd in her wrack'd lovers' pain,
And fortify'd her virtue with disdain:
The griefs she caus'd, gave gentle Michal grief
(She wish'd her beauties less, for their relief);
Ev'n to her captives civil; yet th' excess
Of naked virtue guarded her no less.
Business and power Merab's large thoughts did
Her wit disdain'd the fetters of her sex :
Michal no less disdain'd affairs and noise,
Yet did it not from ignorance, but choice.
In brief, both copies were more sweetly drawn;
Merab of Saul, Michal of Jonathan.

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"The day that David great Goliah slew, Not great Goliah's sword was more his due Than Merab; by Saul's public promise she Was sold then, and betroth'd to victory; But haughty she did this just match despise (Her pride debauch'd her judgment and her eyes).

An unknown youth, ne'er seen at court before,
Who shepherd's staff, and shepherd's habit, bore,
The seventh-born son of no rich house--were still
Th' unpleasant forms which her high thoughts
did fill:

And much aversion in her stubborn mind
Was bred by being promis'd and design'd.
Long had the patient Adriel humbly borne
The roughest shocks of her imperious scorn:
Adriel the rich; but riches were in vain,
And could not set him free, nor her enchain.
Long liv'd they thus;-but, as the hunted deer,
Closely pursued, quits all her wonted fear,
And takes the nearest waves, which from the
She oft with herrour had beheld before:
So, whilst the violent maid from David fled,
She leap'd to Adriel's long-avoided bed;
The match was nam'd, agreed, and finish'd,
straight;

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(So soon comply'd Saul's envy with her hate!)

VOL, VII,

But Michal, in whose breast all virtues move,
That hatch the pregnant seeds of sacred love,
With juster eyes the noble object meets,
And turns all Merab's poison into sweets:
She saw, and wonder'd how a youth unknown
Should make all fame to come so soon his own:
She saw, and wonder'd how a shepherd's crook
Despis'd that sword at which the sceptre shook;
Though he seventh-born, and tho' his house but
poor,

She knew it noble was, and would be more.
Oft had she heard, and fancy'd oft the sight,
With what a generous calm he march'd to fight;
In the great danger how exempt from fear,
And after it from pride, he did appear.
Greatness and goodness, and an air divine,
She saw through all his words and actions shine;
She heard his eloquent tongue, and charming
lyre,

Whose artful sounds did violent love inspire,
Though us'd all other passions to relieve:
She weigh'd all this; and well we may conceive,
When those strong thoughts attack'd her doubtful
breast,

His beauty no less active than the rest.
The fire thus kindled soon grew fierce and great,
When David's breast reflected back its heat.
Soon she perceiv'd (scarce can love hidden lie
From any sight, much less the loving eye)
She conqueror was, as well as overcome,
And gain'd no less abroad than lost at home.
Ev'n the first hour they met (for such a pair,
Who in all mankind else so matchless were,
Yet their own equals, Nature's self does wed)
A mutual warmth through both their bosoms
spread:

Fate gave the signal; both at once began
The gentle race, and with just pace they ran.
Ev'n so, methinks, when two fair tapers come
From several doors, entering at once the room,
With a swift flight, that leaves the eye behind,
Their amorous lights into one light are join'd.
Nature herself, were she to judge the case,
Knew not which first began the kind embrace.
Michal her modest flames sought to conceal,
But love even th' art to hide it does reveal:
Her soft unpractis'd eyes betray'd the theft,
Love pass'd through them, and there such foot-
steps left!

She blush'd when he approach'd, and when he spoke;

And suddenly her wandering answers broke
At his name's sound; and, when she heard him`

prais'd,

With concern'd haste her thoughtful looks she rais'd.

[by,

Uncall'd-for sighs oft from her bosom flew,
And Adriel's active friend she abruptly grew.
Oft, when the court's gay youth stood waiting
She strove to act a cold indifferency;
In vain she acted so constrain'd a part,
For thousand nameless things disclos'd her heart.
On th' other side, David with silent pain
Did in respectful bounds his fires contain :
His humble fear t' offend, and trembling awe,
Impos'd on him a no-less rigorous law
Than modesty on her; and, though he strove
To make her see 't, he durst not tell his love.
To tell it first, the timorous youth made choice
Of Music's bolder and more active voice;

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And thus, beneath her window, did he touch
His faithful lyre; the words and numbers such
As did well worth my memory appear,
And may perhaps deserve your princely ear:

AWAKE, awake, my Lyre!

And tell thy silent master's humble tale,
In sounds that may prevail;
Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire:
Though so exalted she,

And I so lowly be,

With ease a brother's lawful power o'ercame
The formal decencies of virgin-shame.
She first with all her heart forgave the past,
Heard David tell his flames, and told her own at
last.

Lo here the happy point of prosperous love!
Which ev'n enjoyment seldom can improve.
Themselves agreed, which scarce could fail
alone;

All Israel's wish concurrent with their own;
A brother's powerful aid firm to the side;
By solemn vow the king and father ty'd:

Tell her, such different notes make all thy har- All jealous fears, all nice disguises, past,

mony.

'Hark! how the strings awake:

All that in less-ripe love offends the taste;
In either's breast their souls both meet and wed,
Their heart the nuptial-temple and the bed.

And, though the moving hand approach not near, And, though the grosser cates were yet not drest,

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"She heard all this, and the prevailing sound
Touch'd with delightful pain her tender wound.
Yet, though she joy'd th' authentic news to hear,
Of what she guess'd before with jealous fear,
She check'd her forward joy, and blush'd for
shame,

By which their bodies must supply this feast,
Bold hopes prevent slow pleasure's lingering birth,
As saints, assur'd of Heaven, enjoy 't on Earth.
All this the king observ'd; and well he saw
What scandal, and what danger, it might draw
T'oppose this just and popular match; but meant
T'out-malice all refusals by consent.

And did his boldness with forc'd anger blame.
The senseless rules which first false honour taught,
And into laws the tyrant custom brought-
Which women's pride and folly did invent,
Their lovers and themselves too to torment,-
Made her next day a grave displeasure fain,
And all her words, and all her looks, constrain
Before the trembling youth; who, when he saw
His vital light her wonted beams withdraw,
He curs'd his voice, his fingers, and his lyre,
He curs'd his too-bold tongue, and bold desire;
In vain he cursed the last, for that still grew;
From all things food its strong complexion drew;
His joy and hope their cheerful motions ceas'd,
His life decay'd, but still his love increas'd;"
Whilst she, whose heart approv'd not her disdain,
Saw and endur'd his pains with greater pain.
But Jonathan, to whom both hearts were known,
With a concernment equal to their own
(loyful that Heaven with is sworn love comply'd
To draw that knot more fast which he had ty'd)
With well-tim'd zeal, and with an artful care,
Restor'd, and better'd soon, the nice affair.

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He meant the poisonous grant should mortal
prove;

He meant t' ensnare his virtue by his love:
And thus he to him spoke, with more of art
And fraud, than well became the kingly part:-

Your valour, David, and high worth, said he,
To praise is all men's duty, mine to see
Rewarded; and we shall t' our utmost powers
Do with like care that part, as you did yours.
Forbid it, God! we like those kings should prove,
Who fear the virtues which they 're bound to
- love.

Your piety does that tender point secure,
Nor will my acts such humble thoughts endure:
Your nearness to 't rather supports the crown,
And th' honours given to you increase our own.
All that we can we 'll give ; 'tis our intent,
Both as a guard and as an ornament, [prove,
To place thee next ourselves; Heaven does ap-
And my son's friendship, and my daughter's
love,

Guide fatally, methinks, my willing choice;
I see, methinks, Heaven in 't, and I rejoice.
Blush not, my son ! that Michal's love I name,
Nor need she blush to hear it; 'tis no shame
Nor secret now; fame does it loudy tell,
And all men but thy rivals like it well.
If Merab's choice could have complied with mine,
Merab, my elder comfort, had been thine:
And her's, at last, should have with mine com-

ply'd,

Had I not thine and Michal's heart descry'd.
Take whom thou lov'st, and who loves thee; the

last

And dearest present made me by the chaste
Ahinoam; and, unless she me deceive,
When I to Jonathan my crown shall leave,
"Twill be a smaller gift.

If I thy generous thoughts may undertake
To guess, they are what jointure thou shalt make
Fitting her birth and fortune: and, since so
Custom ordains, we mean t'exact it too.
The jointure we exact is, that shall be
No less advantage to thy fame than she.
Go where Philistian troops infest the land,
Renew the terrours of thy conquering hand :

When thine own hand, which needs must conqueror prove,

In this joint cause of honour and of love,
An hundred of the faithless foe shall slay,
And for a dower their hundred foreskins pay,
Be Michal thy reward: did we not know
Thy mighty fate, and worth that makes it so,
We should not cheaply that dear blood expose,
Which we to mingle with our own had chose :
But thou 'rt secure; and, since this match of
We to the public benefit design,
[thine

A public good shall its beginning grace,
And give triumphant omens of thy race.'
"Thus spoke the king: the happy youth bow'd
low:

Modest and graceful his great joy did show;
The noble task well pleas'd his generous mind,
And nought t' except against it could he find,
But that his mistress' price too cheap appear'd;
No danger, but her scorn of it, he fear'd.
She with much different sense the news receiv'd,
At her high rate she trembled, blush'd, and
griev'd;

'Twas a less work the conquest of his foes,
Than to obtain her leave his life t' expose.
Their kind debate on this soft point would prove
Tedious, and needless, to repeat: if love
(As sure it has) e'er touch'd your princely
breast,

'Twill to your gentle thoughts at full suggest All that was done, or said; the grief, hope, fears;

His troubled joys, and her obliging tears.
In all the pomp of passion's reign they part;
And bright prophetic forms enlarge his heart:
Victory and fame, and that more quick delight
Of the rich prize for which he was to fight.

"Tow'rds Gath he went, and in one month (so
A fatal and a willing work is done!) [soon
A double dower, two hundred foreskins, brought
Of choice Philistian knights with whom he fought,
Men that in birth and valour did excel,
Fit for the cause and hand by which they fell.
Now was Saul caught; nor longer could delay
The two resistless lovers' happy day. [slow,
Though this day's coming long had seem'd and
Yet seem'd its stay as long and tedious now;
For, now the violent weight of eager love
Did with more haste so near its centre move,
He curs'd the stops of form and state which lay
In this last stage, like scandals, in his way.
"On a large gentle hill crown'd with tall wood,
Near where the regal Gabaah proudly stood,
A tent was pitch'd, of green wrought damask
made,

And seem'd but the fresh forest's natural shade;
Various and vast within, on pillars borne
Of Shittim-wood, that usefully adorn,
Hither to grace the nuptial-feast, does Saul
Of the twelve tribes th' elders and captains call:
And all around the idle, busy crowd
With shouts and blessings tell their joy aloud.
Lo! the press breaks, and from their several
homes

In decent pride the bride and bridegroom comes.
Before the bride, in a long double row
With solemn pace thirty choice virgins go,
And make a moving galaxy on Earth;

All heavenly beauties, all of highest birth ;

All clad in liveliest colours, fresh and fair
As the bright flowers that crown'd their brighter
hair;

All in that new-blown age which does inspire
Warmth in themselves, in their beholders fire.
But all this, and all else the Sun did e'er,
Or Fancy see, in her less-bounded sphere,
The bride herself outshone; and one would say
They made but the faint dawn to her full day.
Behind a numerous train of ladies went,
Who on their dress much fruitless care had spent;
Vain gems, and unregarded cost, they bore,
For all men's eyes were ty'd to those before.
The bridegroom's flourishing troop fill'd next the
place,

With thirty comely youths of noblest race,
That march'd before; and Heaven around his
head

The graceful beams of joy and beauty spread.
So the glad star, which men and angels love,
Prince of the glorious host that shines above
(No light of Heaven so chearful or so gay)
Lifts up his sacred lamp, and opens day.
The king himself, at the tent's crowned gate,
In all his robes of ceremony and state,
Sate to receive the train; on either hand
Did the high-priest and the great prophet stand:
Adriel, behind, Jonathan, Abner, Jesse,
And all the chiefs in their due order press.
First Saul declar'd his choice, and the just cause.
Avow'd by a general murmur of applause;
Then sign'd her dower; and in few words he
pray'd,

And blest, and gave the joyful, trembling maid
T' her lover's hands; who, with a cheerful look
And humble gesture, the vast present took.
The nuptial-hymn straight sounds, and musics
play,

And feasts and balls shorten the thoughtless day
To all but to the wedded; till at last
The long-wish'd night did her kind shadow cast;
At last th' inestimable hour was come
To lead his conquering prey in triumph home.
T'a palace near, drest for the nuptial-bed,
(Part of her dower) he his fair princess led;
Saul, the high-priest, and Samuel, here they
leave,

Who, as they part, their weighty blessings give.
Her vail is now put on; and at the gate
The thirty youths and thirty virgins wait
With golden lamps,bright as the flames they bore,
To light the nuptial-pomp and march before;
The rest bring home in state the happy pair,
To that last scene of bliss, and leave them there
All those free joys insatiably to prove,
With which rich Beauty feasts the glutton Love.
"But scarce, alas! the first seven days were

past,

In which the public nuptial triumphs last,
When Saul this new alliance did repent
(Such subtle cares his jealous thoughts torment!)
He envy'd the good work himself had done;
Fear'd David less his servant than his son.
No longer his wild wrath could he command;
He seeks to stain his own imperial hand
In his son's blood; and, that twice cheated too,
With troops and armies does one life pursue.
Said I but one! his thirsty rage extends
To th' lives of all his kindred and his friends!

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