But above all, that neither Ear nor EyeShould hear nor see his dying misery;As thus he lay, Polistrates a Greek,Wearied with his long march, did water seek,So chanc'd these bloudy Horses to espy,Whose wounds had made their skins of purple dyeTo them repairs then looking in the Cart,Finds poor Darius pierced to the heart,Who not a little chear'd to have some eye,The witness of this horrid Tragedy;Prays him to Alexander to commendThe just revenge of this his woful end:And not to pardon such disloyalty,Of Treason, Murther, and base Cruelty.If not, because Darius thus did pray,Yet that succeeding Kings in safety mayTheir lives enjoy, their Crowns and dignity,And not by Traitors hands untimely dye.He also sends his humble thankfulness,For all the Kingly grace he did express;To's Mother, Children dear, and wife now gone▪Which made their long restraint seem to be none:Praying the immortal Gods, that Sea and LandMight be subjected to his royal hand,And that his Rule as far extended be,As men the rising setting Sun shall see,This said, the Greek for water doth intreat,To quench his thirst, and to allay his heat:Of all good things quoth he) once in my power,I've nothing left, at this my dying hour;0