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Then said, Alas! what Earth remains, what Sea
Is open to receive unhappy me!
What Fate a wretched Fugitive attends,
Scorn'd by my Foes, abandon'd by my Friends. 90
He said, and sigh'd, and cast a ruful Eye:
Our Pity kindles, and our Passions dye.
We chear the Youth to make his own Defence,
And freely tell us what he was, and whence:
What News he cou’d impart, we long to know, 95
And what to credit from a captive Foe.
His fear at length dismiss'd, he said, what e'er
My Fate ordains, my Words shall be sincere:
I neither can, nor dare my Birth disclaim,
Greece is my Country, Simon is my Name: 100
Though plung’d by Fortune's Pow'r in Misery,
Tis not in Fortune's Pow’r to make me lye.
If any chance has hither brought the Name
Of Palamedes, not unknown to Fame,
Who suffer'd from the Malice of the times; 105
Accus’d and sentenc'd for pretended Crimes:
Because the fatal Wars he would prevent;
Whose Death the Wretched Greeks too late lament;
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Me, then a Boy, my Father, poor and bare
Of other Means, committed to his Care: 110
His Kinsman and Companion in the War.
While Fortune favour'd, while his Arms support
The Cause, and rul'd the Counsels of the Court,