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That I forsook my country and my friends.
Euan. Rhesus, great Gods! Oh say, how fares
Rhe. As well as glorious victory can make him. Euan. Forgive my rash despair, my thanks
Ye gracious powers who guard his daring breast! Where is he now?
Bhe. With Agis in the senate.
Eiuin. Already here? Blest be the Gods of
She. Soon as the trumpet from pursuit recall'd Our conquering Spartans, in the field arrived
A weary messenger, by Agis sent;
Euan. Most welcome, Rhesus. But has Sparta
lost None of her noble youth?
She. No man of note
Fell in the field but one, whose loss ydull mourn, Lysander's friend, Athenian Polydorus.
Euan. Alas! alas! my joy is mix'd with woe Unhappy youth! on my ill-omen'd head The blame of thy untimely death will fall. Conducting me, thou earnest to distant Sparta, Fatal the honours Sparta's king bestow'd Upon the generous guardian of Euanthe.
like. Lady, the people of my native land, The warlike Thracians, hold it vain to mourn For men who fall in battle; such they deem The favourites of Mars, our country's God, Those they bewail who die by dire disease,
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Of youth and vigour full. But most of all
Euan. Who are these men who near the temple
stand? Uncouth to me their garb, and strange their arms.
Rhe. They are Thracians, lady.
Euan. What seek they here?
Rhe. I will accost the herald,
Euan. To the palace, Rhesus,
Rhe. Depend on the unwearied zeal of Rhesus.
Agis and Sparta, and the public cares,
Euan. Their tedious council now is at an end,
[Shout of the People behind the Scenes. Ha! he comes, he comes! Loud acclamations and the voice of joy Proclaim the hero.
Lysan. O my life! my love!
Euan. Thanks to the Gods who have preserved