In vain, therefore, I strangle with this foe;Then welcome death, since God will have it so.
ASSARACHUS.
Alas, my Lord, we sorrow at your case, And grieve to see your person vexed thus;But what so ere the fates determined have, It lieth not in us to disannul, And he that would annihilate his mind, Soaring with Icarus too near the sun, May catch a fall with young Bellerophon.
For when the fatal sisters have decreed To separate us from this earthly mould, No mortal force can countermand their minds:
Then, worthy Lord, since there's no way but one, Cease your laments, and leave your grievous moan.
CORINEIUS.
Your highness knows how many victories, How many trophies I erected have Triumphantly in every place we came.
The Grecian Monarch, warlike Pandrassus, And all the crew of the Molossians;Goffarius, the arm strong King of Gauls, And all the borders of great Aquitaine, Have felt the force of our victorious arms, And to their cost beheld our chivalry.
