Let the strong rule! they are better formed for it.
He was the son of Moris, who, with wars,
With battles, sieges, and erecting camps
And towers of triumph, emptying whole rivers
Forth from their natural beds, and turning cities
Within them, gave us a little time to think,
And less to live; but he, at last, was quiet:
And then his twins turned out a rotten branch,
And were lopped off; time shewed with justice: one
Turned courtier, cringing to the very man

Who spared him, whom he then betrayed; the other
Became philosopher, and hatched up creeds,
And came, at last, into the world to prove them,
Shrewdly and well,—that truth I dare aver :
We were fooled over to his purpose, rushing
To our own ruin, till our eyes were opened
By Amasis, and by the holy priesthood.

BABYLONIAN (mysteriously).

Ay, they have told us serious truth; they say
This man doth mock the hallowed gods of Egypt,

Of earth, and of the waters, which our sires

Have worshipped through all generations.

His just desert! Say, where is Seged?
How hath the veteran met the adverse tide?
He loved the twins as if he were their father;
And, right or wrong, the old man was sincere,
And must this change of fate take heavily.

BABYLONIAN.

The last time I beheld him, his eyes were
Fixed on the rebel-then in all his power-
As if they grew there; having lost all sense
To nearer objects; tears were on his cheeks
Of joy, which we did reverence; they flowed
From his remembrances of happier times!

(Trumpets and clarions heard in the distance.)

PHOENICIAN.

Hark! the king's sentence is proclaiming through
The streets of Memphis, whither he is borne:
Let us go hence and witness the procession.

Long life to Amasis !

NUBIAN.

EGYPTIANS, ETC.

May he live for ever!

(Exeunt.)

SCENE IX.

"Thou art infected:

This visitation shews it."

"It were all one

That I should love a bright particular star,
And think to wed it, he is so above me:
In his bright radiance and collateral light
Must I be comforted, not in his sphere."

"He is gone, and my idolatrous fancy

Must sanctify his relics"

"And whether we shall meet again I know not;

Therefore--our everlasting farewell take ""

SHAKESPEARE.

SCENE IX.

THE DUNGEON OF THE PALACE.

PROMETHEUS discovered, chained.

THE night is waning and far spent; but I
Have had the last sleep I shall know on earth.
My mind doth feel the hours it hath to live,
Watching the flitting moments as they pass
With eye considerate, and solemn thought,
Distinct from fear, while dwelling on the past.
The strife is over now; and I stand here
Even as a warrior who, his shield cast by,
Doth calmly contemplate the field of battle;
The uselessness of strife where victory

Was but defeat, where Ignorance crouched down,
Still trampled over, but unconquered still.
Yet even this night of time will leave its star,
Heralding after blessings to the future;
And, if it failed its light, I was-I am!
I bared my heart towards my fellow-men:
I taught the social sympathies of life;
The elevation and the purity

Of the soul in its consciousness of freedom;