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PARTHENISSA.
THE THIRD PART.
BOOK I.
THE News which the Priest of Venus brought to his Superior, and Symander, was very true; for whilest the last was acquainting the first with his generous Princes Adventures, he himself (as has been related) was retir'd into a solitude which that morning he had discover'd, where (by Fortunes giving him some ease, the better to enable him to support her longer cruelties) he was fallen into a slumber; and though his cares were so unusually civil, as not to interrupt it, yet it was suddenly, by a noise of Horses, and clashing of Swords, and Arms, which reach'd his ear, which invited him to take his Horse, and gallop to the place from whence this Alarm came, to learn the subject of it; the continuance of the noise, and the swiftness of his Horse, faithfully and suddenly b••ought him to see a Combat which struck him both with admiration and anger; the first was caus'd by a single Valor, which could not be but transcendent, since it had such an Admirer; and the last was occasion'd by six armed men, which endeavor'd to destroy the possessor of it; who, to sell his life at a rate worthy so high a purchase, and to make his Enemies deplore the de∣struction of so great a Courage, or the effects of it, had already kill'd two of them, with blows that struck as great a terror into the rest, as the very example of those deaths; but finding at last that his Courage might be worsted by, though not yield to his Enemies numbers, he was retir'd to a little Thicket that shelter'd him behind, and his Horse being kill'd in the retreat, defended his right side, doing him service even after death: 'twas in this little fortification and posture, Artabanes found him, and there be∣ing no greater invitation to his generous mind for the relieving of virtue, than to find it in distress, he instantly took up one of the dead mens Hel∣mets, to join himself to the opprest stranger, who (as he was coming full speed towards him) thinking the now wearer of the Helmet, as much his Enemy, as he that had so lately worn it, cry'd out to Artabanes, Make haste, make haste, and help those, whose hearts are as ill as their cause; and who need relie on their number, since they cannot on their quarrel. Our Hero esteem'd it more handsom and necessary, to shew the generous Stran∣ger his error by his actions, than words, and at his first strokes so abun∣dantly did it, that he which he reliev'd, thought his mistake a greater mis∣fortune, than that which he had now more than hopes to be freed from; and indeed Artabanes perform'd things so far above his strength, though not himself, that three of the surviving four, left the Stranger, to employ