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Yet full of high and pleasing thoughts he fell.
Euan. Euanthe's tears shall ever flow with yours,
Lysan. The son of Agis lives, his infant years Require a mother's care. Without delay Proclaim the son of Agis king of Sparta. To him, the offspring of my prince adored, Descend the love and faith I bore to Agis. Ye generous Thracians, who this day have shewn The matchless worth and honour of your minds, Henceforth be Spartans. And, ye Spartan youths, Whom Agis loved, and for whose rights he died, Display the spirit of your dear bought freedom; With grateful valour guard the hero's son, And prove that Agis perish'd not in vain,
Ages. Conduct me, Spartans, to his dear remains.
Lysan. Forbear a while yon dismal vault.—
Mess. My lord,
The people, headed by the priests of Jove
Enter the Procession with the body of Agis.
Lysan. O Destiny supreme!
Euan. O sad remains of youth and majesty!
Ages. My son, my son!
Nature is thwarted here; thou should'st have borne Thy aged parent to the silent tomb*
Mourn, ye sons of Sparta, mourn,,,
Priest of Jupitek.
He fell not as the warrior falls,
To treason Agis bow'd his head,
Shame is mix'd with Sparta's woe,
Priests of Jupiter.
Yet Agis triumph'd in his fall;
Agis triumph'd in his fall,
Priests of Hercules.
Agis fell, by fraud o'ercome;
Now in peace our hero lies.