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XVII.
Rage fir'd the King, tho' now the Ev'ning Sun
Hasted declining to his western Home,
Yet swift as Thought the sweet-voic'd Heralds run,
The Peers to summon to Troxartes' Dome;
165 Soon as the rosy finger'd Morn appear'd
To Gods immortal, and to mortal Man;
Up from his Couch divine Troxartes rear'd,
(His Nobles met) the great Consult began:
Paternal Care lour'd in his clouded Look,
170 While to th' Assembly thus th'up-rising Monarch spoke.
Rage fir'd the King, tho' now the Ev'ning Sun
Hasted declining to his western Home,
Yet swift as Thought the sweet-voic'd Heralds run,
The Peers to summon to Troxartes' Dome;
165 Soon as the rosy finger'd Morn appear'd
To Gods immortal, and to mortal Man;
Up from his Couch divine Troxartes rear'd,
(His Nobles met) the great Consult began:
Paternal Care lour'd in his clouded Look,
170 While to th' Assembly thus th'up-rising Monarch spoke.
XVIII.
Ye Mice belov'd, Lords, Nobles, Barons, Peers,
Slain is the Heir of our Imperial Throne;
War unprovok'd, the Publick justly fears,
Tho' yet the Stroke is fall'n on Me alone.
Ye Mice belov'd, Lords, Nobles, Barons, Peers,
Slain is the Heir of our Imperial Throne;
War unprovok'd, the Publick justly fears,
Tho' yet the Stroke is fall'n on Me alone.
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